I am so HYPED right now! So for my comm tech class we have to recreate a movie poster. So I asked my teacher if I could do a TV show instead and he said sure as long as it is challenging enough. So I’ve selected the poster above.

I have already started putting together costumes for my friends and I to recreate each character and when it’s done I plan to (with my friends permission of course) show it to all of you.

Harry Styles’ parents have instilled the best qualities in him. He is such a hard worker, never complains, and always gets the job done. He takes challenges head on (competing in x factor, acting, doing a solo album). And he does it all without stepping on anyone on the way up. He’s always kind and gracious, and I know this because everyone he has worked with has spoken on that fact. I am so proud to be his fan. So, so proud. 



I am gonna try my ABSOLUTE HARDEST to get all the prompts done. MAY NOT UPLOAD THEM ON TIME, but they’ll get DONE.
(also sorry geno,, oops)

[Geno & Fresh belong to @loverofpiggies!]
[Freshuary challenge was created by @feth!]

i should have done more but this is all my attention span would allow ahaha

@terror-in-the-dream​ - yo i AM LIVING for your style, the spacing between your features is like so different but PERFECT like im crying, and DON’T even get me started on ur colours ;-; its like im in a foggy kaleidoscope daydream whenever i look at it, like im teleported into a soft warm summer haze.

@eightmonkeys - your style is so unique, you pick certain features and exaggerate them and like????? it always looks so good???? and all your faces are so different and i can always tell exactly who it is???? also the way you draw Laurens is AMAZING <3 A++++++++ so good


#transformationtuesday this was one of those odd little “paint your own” statue things from Walgreens! lol I figured it was less expensive than buying a real one! I got a little Sculpey and extended the rock a bit and added some seaweed and flowers. I am in no way a sculptor lol but it was a fun challenge! May add some finishing touches at some point but it is done! 🎄Btw 2017 calendars are still on sale and come with a free mystery print! Order yours by email at dylanbonnerart@gmail.com 🎄

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Hello Studyblrs!

I haven’t posted for a while, I had some personal problems going on, and during times like these its hard to keep up with social media.
I am almost done with the 100 days of productivity challenge so I decided to start again + start a completely new challenge.

Btw, check the picture I took yesterday during our lab session, we finally got to do some dissecting, its a sheep heart, it is very similar to the humans heart, studying on it helped us a lot for our cardiovascular chapter!


calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”


“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

White people I am begging you one last time:


Forget about congress. Focus on your local government. See previous post for information.

 I need you to cast your whiteness and shield me by having Nazi’s hear them through your face. To help drown me out as I am shouting, with this constant fear that I will be silenced by your brethren.

And instead of taking action you will weep for me and sigh and move on.
So look at me. Look at what you’ve done. Look at the choices I am being forced to make. I challenge you to make them for yourself even in the littlest ways.

March with your words as well as your bodies. 

Hate speech is the lowest but most powerful form of Fascism. You normalize it. You joke about it. It has impact because your whiteness is so powerful it gives it impact.

Give your voice productive imact. Know that poc and jewish people and muslim people and people with disabilities, and lgbtq+ people already know this. And we defy fascism with our existence but now we are vulnerable. 


People marched in Germany. They marched on Hitler, but you stopped. And your white gentileness condoned it. And Jewish people, and people of all related intersections died for it. Because as much as we shout your voice will always overpower mine because of your whiteness.


I challenge you to use it now, like you are dying. I need you to step outside yourself enough to know your neighbor is about to die if they haven’t already. Know that I could possibly die for imploring you to FEEL MY HUMANITY. You’ve co-opted my stories in media. You used white faces. Even when poc are in it we are shunted and ignored and broken. I am dangerous to Nazi’s because I am challenging you to unlearn and resist fascism in every breath by FEELING MY HUMANITY.

But Fascists at their cores are cowards. They will hide until you are silent. Their whole movement and ideology is based on you using your whiteness not to shame them, until you condone it with your actions. You are always the last to know, so I need to do what yu can to wake others up cause so many of you are still sleeping. And you let your friends sleep. And you reward bigots with your friendship. And tell me that’s their opinion. YOU STILL EXPOSE ME WITH THAT DANGER.

I am still waiting for your silence. I am still waiting for you to turn me in because you think using violence to protect myself and my neighbor is the same as violence itself. I am waiting for you to use MLK as a trope and tell me to sacrifice myself cause it makes you sad to think about. And know I will drop you. Do not burden me with your white guilt cause if I find out you voted for Trump I will drop you. Because of the risks you are forcing me take just by speaking out.

And know if you are silent now. I will be mad as hell. I don’t care if you take my words. Use them. Adopt them. Mess up. Unlearn. TRY AGAIN. But if you are silent, I will forever believe that whiteness is irredeemable. I will forever believe that you will always prioritize your whiteness over everything else. And if you feel guilty I will relish in it. Because this is your fault. You made this happen.


Again white people. Add your voice. Share this and feel free to add on, change this, break this, shame me, but talk about this. Show me and others you are committed to protecting us. Do not stop trying when you mess up. Where you can. When you can. Be our shields when you can because I have to prepare for the real consequences of your silence. 


Saturday Evening 

Jules: This entire social gathering is a waste of time. Why am I attending. Tolerated Guy (Fred) didn’t reassure me at all with his words regarding those two. How am I supposed to ‘sweep her off her feet’ if I have never done that act before? 

Silvia: Jules, are you writing another diary entry again? Can you please keep it down, sweetie. Your siblings need to concentrate on their homework.  

Lt. Commander Worf’s personal log, stardate 48713.6

Attendance at morning exercise classes is still minimal. Doctor Bashir insists on referring to them as “yoga classes.” Unfortunately it would be dishonorable to challenge so small a man to combat. 

Chief O’Brien has requested that I “catsit” while he is away on the Defiant. I am relieved that he did not ask me to tell the animal it is pretty; however, it repeatedly knocks my prune juice glass off of the console. 

It has just done it yet again. Worf out. 

I Need a Break

Tumblr is no longer the happy place it once was for me. I’m tired of being torn down but people who think they’re justified in their hatred and continually act entitled to their abusive ways. You have become everything you preach against. 

I will be reading and reblogging all of the fics from the amazing authors who participated in my challenge and posting the master list. I will be finishing all challenges I am signed up for, as well as a couple of fics I have on the burner. After that, I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m done.

I’m tired of trying. I can’t take it anymore. I guess that means you win.

The Lake House Part 1

Characters: eventual Sam x Reader

Words: 2253

Summary: The reader moves out of the Lake House, and Sam moves in, and the two start exchanging letters. But not everything is as it seems.

Based off of The Lake House with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock.

Bold are the reader’s letters. Italics are Sam’s letters. (You’ll see what I mean.)

This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  ‘s wonderful Spn Movie Night Challenge! This is only part one of I’m estimating about 3 parts. We’ll see if its longer or not. If you have seen The Lake House, I’m not rewriting all of it, just big points, and my favorite parts. :) I will post a masterlist when I am done with it, so look for that as well. :) Enjoy, everyone!!

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Simon Snow, I choose you.

Snow doesn’t flinch or soften. For a moment, I think he is going to take a swing at me- or bash his rock-hard head against mine. Instead he shoves his face into mine and kisses me. It’s still a challenge. -Carry On

Hahaha you all thought I was done with my Leaver’s Ball art. Don’t underestimate the fact that I am total Carry On trash.

Dear Harry-

I wish I had an edit to make for you, but photoshop and graphic design have never been my strong suite. Words used to be, until recently, but that is another matter. I can only say I am thankful you will never read this, but I’m here writing it to you anyway.

I know why people always describe you as beautiful. It’s because you radiate light from within. You’re such a genuinely good person, you have impacted the world so profoundly, just by existing and being your fabulous self.

I cannot imagine how challenging the last few years have been for you, but in spite of everything, you have still managed to hold your head high with a grace and a poise that some people live their whole lives without.

I am so proud of you. So proud of all you’ve done and all you have yet to do. You make me want to be a better person. You help motivate me to do good things. Your kindness and sincerity, your dedication to those you love, your warmth and compassion, all of these wonderful qualities are wrapped up in a lovely person.

I wish you so much happiness. I admire you, and I am beyond excited for all that you have in store in your blindingly bright future. I love you so. Happy Birthday, my darling.

Accent Challenge

Here’s my accent challenge!
I’ve stumbled on some words and might have over emphasized some syllables, but considering that it’s 2 am i think i’ve done a relatively good job. I’ve forgotten to mention this in the recording, but the passage i’ve read is from the book Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg. It’s an LGBT YA book that’s on my to read list. :) 

The question’s i’ve used are… 

  • Your name and username.
  • Where you’re from.
  • Pronounce the following words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, Pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminum, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, GPOY.
  • What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
  • What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
  • What do you call gym shoes?
  • What do you call your grandparents?
  • What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
  • What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
  • Choose a book and read a passage from it.
  • Do you think you have an accent?
  • Would you rather be a wizard or a vampire?
  • Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
  • End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.
Burnin' For You

Title: Burnin’ For You 

 Pairing: Dean x Reader 

 Word Count: 1130 

 Warnings: fluff, actual burning 

 Summary: It’s a couple days until Christmas and you can’t sleep. Dean comes along and you have a heated night together. 

 A/N: Hello again world! This was written for the Day by Day Christmas Challenge by @averymerryspnxmas. I had Day 21: Fireplace and this is what I’ve done… hope y'all enjoy! 


 It was nearly 2 AM and you were sipping on your freshly made hot cocoa by the fireplace with your headphones in; The Supremes’ You Turn Me Around on repeat.

 It was only a couple days until Christmas but you could only writhe around in your bed, unable to fall asleep, so you went down the dark halls and set alight the fireplace to give you some comfort. 

 The freshly cut Christmas tree, ten feet high and decorated in bright ornaments, twinkled when you turned the holiday lights on. The smell of pine and memory of making a replica of Cas to put on top the tree from some days ago lifted your mind from reality. 

 You could not feel anymore angsty. 

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