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Clowns are probably one of the most mistreated creatures people keep as domestic pets. So many parents buy clowns for their children’s birthdays without doing any research on how to properly care for their clown, and therefore, so many clowns live cramped, uncomfortable, and stressed lives! This is an easy to follow guide on how to properly care for your clown, to make sure they live the best life possible.

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Good Vs Bad

Nolan x Werewolf!Reader

Requested: nope

Summary: In which Nolan and Y/n are best friends but Nolan doesn’t know Y/n is a werewolf.

Warning: Swearing (shouldn’t be a warning really.), blood, fights, car accidents.

Notes: dedicated to @chimeracuddles because she loves Nolan/Froy and has made my hatred for Nolan became a love hate relationship.

“Hey kids.” You say as you walk to the table where Corey and Mason were sitting. You see their facial expression as they looked up at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brett has gone missing.” You nod your head.

“Liam went to help find him. We called Lydia to try to help and all we got was the number 68.”

“Number 68? That’s Nolan’s lacrosse number.” You tell your friend.

“Oh? Well, I don’t think we bother her anymore. I did a lot of things while she tried to focus.” Corey’s face reddens. You giggle.

“So I have a bio test and I also have a history test, which one first?”

“I say bio, because its harder.”

“Okay then, history it is.” Corey glares at you as you get up to find a book.

“So Nolan’s your best friend right?” Mason pops behind you. You jump and turn your head to face Mason.

“Mason, You scared the shit out of me. Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again.” He laughs.

“I am best friends with Nolan. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Have you told him you’re… you know… the same as Liam?”

“No. I don’t want him to know. I want to protect him from this world.”

“Are you saying that the pack is all dangerous?” He jokes.

“No! Of course not! I’m talking about the supernatural world in general. It’s dangerous and humans can barely survive it. Unless its you and Stiles.” You find a book and take it out. You head back to your seat. All of a sudden, Nolan slams his things against the table. You jump and look up at your best friend.

“Hm Nolan? Are you studying for bio?” You ask.

“Yeah actually, I am.” He sits down, his knees hit against yours, sending shivers up your spine. Needless to say, you were in love with your best friend.

“Trying to understand how organisms can change.” Mason and Corey start to help him understand while you tried to ignore the feeling you got every time Nolan’s knee brushes against yours. You tuned out of their conversation and opened your book to read. You were only interrupted when Corey got up. His hand was bloody, so was Nolan’s pen.

OWH.” Corey covers his wound as everyone in the library got up to look at what was going on. Nolan quickly grabs Corey’s injured hand and shoves it your face.

“Look at him Y/n. Look! Look at him!” Corey pulls away. You stand in shock of what just happened as Nolan leaves the library.

“Holy shit, Corey I’m so so sorry about him.” You apologize after you snap out of what had just happened.

“It’s okay Y/n.”

“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” You say before packing your things to go home. You wave goodbye to your friends and started texting your best friend Nolan. 

You: Meet me at my place in 20

bff<3: Okay 

When you reached your house, Nolan was already there.

“Nolan? You’re here early.”

“Yeah I got nothing to do.”

“Mmhm.” You say as you open your front door.

“Why didn’t you go in? You knew where the spare key was.”

“I wanted to wait for you.”

“How did you know I wasn’t home yet?”

“You were in the library. Also I looked at your room window. The light wasn’t turned on.”

“Hm okay. Anyway, I just wanted to ask why did you stab Corey?” You ask as the two of you enter your room. 

“I wanted everyone to know about him. I guess I wanted to prove something.”

“Nolan, you can’t go all stabby stabby on people to prove something.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to show you that he is not a human and that he is dangerous.”

“Corey is not dangerous. If he was, I would’ve stopped being friends with him.”

“All of them are dangerous Y/n. You can’t trust them!” Nolan raises his voice.

“I can! I know them! and I believe them! They will never hurt me!”

“Are you saying that you believe them more than your best friend?”

“Nolan you know that’s not what I meant. I know you are paranoid about the situations that have happened around school but it’s not gonna happen again.”

“How do you know Y/n? What if your friends are the cause of everything that has happened?”

“They are not! Can you stop attacking my friends?”

“Why are you on their side? You’re my best friend!”

“I’m on the side that’s right and I believe that what you did to Corey isn’t right.”

“You like one of them don’t you?” You look at him confused.

“What? No I don’t! Nolan, if my friends are dangerous and are monsters, then I would be dead by now.”

“All I want to do is protect you from things that could harm you!” Your heart fluttered. 

“Nolan, I know you care about me. But I can take care of myself okay? You don’t need to worry.”

“If I lose you, I would have no one left.” He mumbles out, fidgeting with his fingers. You walk up to him and touch his hands,

“I will never leave you. You’re not gonna be alone. You are never gonna be alone.” You hug him tightly. Your phone vibrates from your pocket and you take it out.

duMbar: Help me and bring ice cream

You: Why?

duMbar: I did something very stupid, I need cheering up and icecream pls.

You: I can’t help u if you dont tell me wat u did. u always do something stupid.

duMbar: I don’t like u sometimes.

duMbar: So like I exposed US to the world and now I’m ashamed. 

You: dude, how could u? I’m coming

duMbar: really?

You: to kill u :)


You: did u save Brett? Is he ok?


duMbar: he is fine btw

duMbar: hello? ru ignoring me?

You: sry was debating about if I should waste my $ on u.

duMbar: plsss we’re buddies pls bring me icecream.i will love u forever if u do.

duMbar: all I want is icecream is that too much to ask?

You: k i’ll bring the icecream and then I leave 

duMbar: no! don’t go, stay over plssssssssssssss

You: stop being annoying and I will come over

duMbar: oki, come thru window it will be unlocked for u:)

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Gentleman’s Essentials Teaser

yO, I know this is not technically a shitpost but i’m seeing a doctor about bpd traits in a week (i’m not diagnosed so like idk how that situation is gonna play out lol) and in the course of me having the conversation to myself 5million times I came up with a long-ass metaphor for how I feel and I was wondering if you/any of your followers might relate/think it’s a useful metaphor for explaining how bpd traits feel:

so it’s kinda like we’re all born and put inside these automated cars. and when you’re a kid you can not control that shit - like your car will fly off the road, hit other cars, go at the wrong speed, etc. etc. but at the time the damage isn’t too bad bc you’re only in a little car, you can’t go too fast, and no expects you to know how to drive it. then as you get older your car gets bigger too, and at this point most people are learning to control their car to some extent. so by the time you reach adulthood, yeah your car is still essentially automated, it will still go the wrong speed sometimes or change lanes when it’s not meant to, but by that point most people have learnt how to keep it more or less under control. if you have bpd traits it’s like you have never learnt to drive the fucking car. so you’re now sitting in a big dangerous machine™, that is doing whatever the fuck it wants, whenever it wants, and no matter how tight you grip onto the steering wheel or how hard you slam the peddles you can’t control it. and you can feel when it lurches in the wrong direction, you can see the face of the another driver after you've bashed into them, you can feel the ricochet after you’ve driven straight into a wall, but there is sweet fuck all you can do about it and the car just keeps on going and keeps on doing whatever it wants regardless. (and then of course the other drivers shout and swear at you for being an ass bc they think you’ve done it on purpose)(which may not be an intrinsic part of everyone’s experience but HEY)

Today I’m Wearing

Blazer and silk knitted tie by Ralph Lauren Rugby
White shirt from Louis-Vuitton
Jeans Petite Standard from A.P.C
Watch by Balber Time
Andy loafers from Berluti
Mood of the day: Preppy-chic

Accidental Union // Ethan Dolan

Summary: As a well known actress the territory comes with rumours, lack of privacy and many pairings with every role. Growing up with in the world as the daughter of Jeremy Renner you thought you had seen everything until your agent comes bearing news about a certain scene that happened a few months ago.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Renner!Reader, Grayson Dolan, Ava Berlin Renner (mentioned), and Sonni Pacheco (mentioned)

Words: 2971

Disclaimer: I do not own YouTuber, or any movies that are referenced in this. Obviously I don’t own the Dolan Twins because that would be illegal. I don’t own any gifs, imagines or lyrics that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, parental divorce, fluff, mention of infertility (VERY little referenced) and angst.

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I really love this idea even thought the potential of it actually happening is very low.


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Originally posted by punishmedolans

You hummed as you brushed the white material down further where it gathered beautifully around your waist. You had garnered attention when you made a cameo appearance in your father’s movie before making a splash in your own way. Everyone knew your father for his involvement with Marvel movies so you were usually in media eye.

“Y/N, you ready?” Alice, your kind assistant, asked from the wardrobe room’s door.

“Uh yeah.” You cleared your throat before picking up the skirt of your gown and carefully climbing down the steps onto the pavement.

You were filming in Vancouver mainly for the scenes but you did have a few in LA also which is where a few of the actors came from. This scene was in Vancouver for the warm weather paired with the snow for the perfect shots. This scene however was more nerve-wracking because you were acting with a very attractive guy and that normally did bother you. You were a Hallmark Movies veteran starting as either the daughter, babysitter or niece in the films before becoming the love interest when you turned nineteen.

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Time Upon Once, Ch. 10 (10/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones for the banner!

Tagging a few people that showed interest in this story:@lk0622 @nowforruin @sambethe @xemmaloveskillianx  @l-e-x-a-xd @profoundlyfadedprincess @once-uponacaptain @icecubelotr44  @poetic-justice-96 @allietumbles @el-kelpo @jennjenn615 @leiandcharles  (want to be tagged? let me know and I’ll do it)



A/N:  This chapter falls on the short side and it might give the feeling of a filler, but it’s more like a transitional one. There was a huge time jump in the season that the show never addressed, so I’m trying to make up for it the best I can :) (think of it as the end of 1A before 1B begins-)

Chapter X

“What in the blazes are you doing here, August?”

“Killian Jones… of all the places in the world we could have run into each other…” August trailed off, and it was as if he wasn’t even shocked to find Killian there. It made Killian’s skin crawl and all his senses went on full mode alert. A big part of him wanted to tower over August and unleash the feelings he’d been harboring over a decade, allowing himself to finally let out his frustrations about the events that led him to be separated from Emma.

But right now, with Henry standing beside him, was not the time. He was not the same man he’d been a decade ago. He was not even the same man he’d been a few months ago. Revenge was no longer a priority in his life. His ten year old son was.

“You know what August? Save it for another night. Now is not the time.”

“Killian wait!”

Killian didn’t even stay to listen to August explanations, tugging his son by his sleeve, his only concern at that moment keeping Henry away from the man. He’d have time to track him down later and demand what the bloody hell he was doing in town.

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Mentioning GER again made me think I’ve never seen anyone put this into words

What Gold Experience Requiem does is trap Diavolo in a never ending loop where he will experience the pain and suffering of a million deaths without ever truly dying.

Diavolo gets stabbed, drowns, is fully conscious during his own autopsy, gets run over by a car…. that is, essentially, torture. He is trapped in what seems to be an alternate dimension of eternal torture.

Giorno, the son of Dio - God - sends Diavolo, the Devil, to hell.

sudsinthebucket1-blog  asked:

Love this account. I'm selling my car for a van to hopefully have some fun adventures too. Wondering how much money you need to live like this and how you make money on the road. I don't need much but I gotta eat! So what's the secret!

HIGH FIVE - that is rad - make it happen!  So listen, first of all, try and leave all your bills behind (make sure you don’t have rent to pay back home).  Now you have your monthly rent budget to apply towards gas and food while living on the road.  If you aren’t working on the road you will want to save up enough money to have 3 months of independence - simply my recommendation so you can enjoy your adventures with minimal stress.    

Figure out how much you spend on food a month but keep in mind you will be eating out of your van.  Really figure this out - sit down and make a list of meals/snacks you would eat out of your van for a week then do a detailed cost analysis and adjust accordingly.  Now multiple your week’s results by 12 - this will give you a desired food budget for 3 months on the road.  

Map out where you want to go and figure out gas money that will be needed.  Become detail oriented while on the road - keep a log book of everything (miles driven, mpg per fill up, etc).  There is a lot of downtime on the road so write in a journal every night.  Keep a random book of statistics - I really wish I had done this.  It would be so interesting to know how many nights I’ve slept in a parking lot, slept a tent, number of fish caught, the miles of trails explored or number of boulder problems climbed along the way.  All these items will not only be nostalgic years from now but also keep you living with awareness in your present state.   

If you end up finding a town along the way that you’d like to spend weeks or even a month around then think about finding part time work while you are there (this is a great opportunity to refuel some cash while still living somewhere new and exciting) - hit up the cafe’s, coffee shops, gear shops etc and ask around for work.  Don’t necessarily wait to find work until you are out of cash and stuck somewhere you don’t want to be.  Live in your van everywhere - campsites and rent will drain your bank account.  You’ll have to learn the dirtbag shower (I prefer Burts Bees baby wipes).  If you don’t rock climb already then I’d reckon you should start.  Climbers you meet along the way have been living like this for decades and most will be kind enough to offer you a real shower and any advice you may need.  Also, most climbing gyms have a shower and if you ask nicely they will probably let you use it.   

Finally, and I hate credit cards, but get one for emergency use ONLY.  I didn’t do this for years and years but it  really took the edge off of my constant worry of WHAT IF I BREAK DOWN AND DON”T HAVE THE MONEY TO FIX MY CAR.  This way you essentially have insurance - if your van craps out you’ll be able to get it fixed and assess your next move without the total feeling of desperation.  Let me know if you have any other specific questions but that’s my quick ramble of advice.  

fo-shizel  asked:

I saw your post about what to bring to college, but I'm most likely going to be a commuter (live at home then drive to the school). What kind of stuff should I bring? Just my backpack and laptop or should I keep, like, snacks in my car?

Essentials for Commuters:

  • Backpack, messenger bag, etc.
  • Laptop or tablet - practically a requirement for commuters
  • Snacks in your car or backpack (esp. if you’re taking public transportation)
  • Plastic silverware. You can bring real silverware, but I found it really helpful to just keep a box of plastic ones in my trunk for days I would forget.
  • Lunchbox, if you need to eat meals on campus
  • Folders - one for each class that day
  • Notebook(s)
  • Sticky notes - keep a small pad in your backpack. Replenish as necessary.
  • Highlighters, pens, pencils - 2 of each in your bag
  • Calculator (if you have a maths class that semester or that day)
  • Phone charger (if you have long days, personally, I just charged mine while driving to/from school)
  • Umbrella - just something you should keep in your car regardless of where you’re going
  • Headphones
  • Reusable water bottle
  • Extra sweatshirt or jacket in your car

Related: What to Bring (and What to Leave at Home) for Dorm Students

alextsfreak  asked:

BOI UR ART IS SHO KEWL! I wonder if you take requests! Cuz if you do I would feel grateful af and be real happy!


Hey, you’re in luck! If you have a request you absolutely want me to draw for you, I am currently working on opening commissions! :D

You know, it’s not that I don’t like requests, I just need money because my computer seems to act up a lot more than before recently and my tablet is not exactly intact anymore… I mean, it’s still working, but not as good as it should and I don’t know when PC or tablet decide to change that. Plus my last savings went into buying a new car which is essential for me in order to get to work so I can actually afford to stay alive, haha. Since I’m visiting university at the moment, there is no money I could save up, whenever I afford something my bank account cries. So if my computer or my tablet dies, that’s it. No more digital art from me for a while. At all. x)

Sorry, I didn’t mean to complain. I’ll manage. Somehow.

Otherwise I just draw whatever I want. I mean you can always give it a try but chances are really slim because I’m currently busy with Template and Pale as a sorta personal project and let’s not forget agas… :’D

Story 220: Well There’s Your Problem

“You’re sure you’re a mechanic?” Sean asked.  Other than the ancient toolbox, she didn’t look like any mechanic he’d ever seen.  Long nails, long hair hanging loose, pristine dress just begging to be ruined by a smear of grease…
She smiled and raised an eyebrow.  "Because traditional mechanics have worked out so well for you?“

They had replaced his alternator, his battery, the battery cables, the computer thing, some random wires - the car essentially had a brand new electrical system and it was still flipping out.  The third and final mechanic he had taken it to had finally given up and told him to either scrap the car or plan on buying a new alternator every two months.
"Yeah, okay.  Fair enough.  What’s your name?”  He had forgotten to ask, so he only knew her user name - HedgeMechanic - from the forum he had gone to out of desperation.  She was the only one to offer assistance - the rest just told him to replace something he had already replaced twice.
“I don’t give that out.  Call me Wendy.  Don’t worry, you’ll be satisfied with your service.”

He was already regretting his decision.  Why had he given some stranger on the internet his address and told them he’d have five hundred dollars with him?  What made him think this person could somehow fix what nobody else could, when she wouldn’t even tell him what she was going to do?
Wendy walked over to his car, and placed a hand on the hood.  She winced.  "Okay, yeah.  I can fix this.  Um.  You probably want to watch because you don’t trust me, but if you watch you’re going to think I’m crazy.  So here’s the deal.  Let me do my thing, and I promise if you just allow me finish you’ll want to pay me when it’s over.  Okay?“
Sean nodded, but couldn’t stop picturing her smashing his car with a hammer or something.  She hadn’t even lifted the hood and looked inside.

Wendy opened the toolbox, and started pulling out random items.  Sean wasn’t sure what was going on, but none of what she was producing looked like it belonged in a toolbox.  Chalk, a mason jar, candles, a container of salt, a bundle of twigs…
She ignored him and started to draw on his driveway, making all sorts of squiggly symbols around the car.  This was followed by a circle of salt around it, then the candles - stuck to the ground with a blob of melted wax - and finally the bundle of twigs.  She lit that on fire using one of the candles and started waving it around while chanting.  Sean nervously looked around to make sure none of his neighbors were watching.

The car started.  With nobody touching it.

The headlights flashed, the engine revved.  Sean could see the interior lights flickering.  Wendy didn’t seem bothered.  He tried to remember - had she touched the car at all?  Certainly not in a way that would allow this.  Could she have come earlier and set it up, somehow?  Just as he was concocting a theory in his head involving some sort of remote control device stealthily wired into his car as he was sleeping, the sound started.  The moaning.  It was for sure coming from the car, and then… just above the car.  He could see something, some sort of ripple in the air.  The lights had stopped flashing, and the car shuddered to a stop.  The moaning continued, as the wavering air circled.

The candles all went out, except for one.  That one started bubbling all over, slouching as it started to melt.  The white wax took on a brownish sheen, like old baked-on grease.  Wendy stopped chanting, picked up the mason jar, and then fished around in the toolbox for one more thing - a spatula.  She placed the jar over the candle, scooped it off the driveway with the spatula, and then flipped the jar and put the lid on.  Somehow, the flame was still burning.
“There you go.  One minor demon, out of your car and trapped.  Five hundred bucks.”
Sean couldn’t stop looking at the candle, which seemed to be moving a little on its own.  "But… how…“
"Snap out of it, buddy.  Five hundred bucks or I open the jar.”
“No no, hang on, I have it.  Don’t open it.”  Sean handed over the money, and Wendy slid the jar into her toolbox.  She started retrieving the other candles and the leftover salt.
“How?” Sean asked, “Why?”

She latched the toolbox shut and stood.  "Sean, right?  Well Sean, chances are you’re an asshole.“  She started to walk away, but yelled back over her shoulder to add one last thing.  "Be more considerate when you’re driving.  You never know who you’re cutting off.”