choose green

Secondhand smoke kills, but not as fast as firsthand hammer. 


make me choose!

Real Frank Rants or Fake Frank Rants?
requested by Anonymus

If you guys haven’t noticed, Kubo-sensei is preparing for her trip to Mexico 

She even changed her Twitter profile picture into her OC wearing a sombrero hat along with a mustache.

She’s also practicing her spanish 

Buenos Noches-Good Night

Muchas Gracias-Thank you very much

Quiero comer “Pozole” en Guadalajara. “Pozole” es rojo, blanco, verde …? Elegiré verde “Pozole”-I want to eat Pozole in Guadalajara. Pozole is red, white, green…? I’ll choose green Pozole.

No soy linda-I’m not cute

i Hola! Mucho gusto ¿Cómo está? Un poco cansado- Hi! Nice to meet you, How are you, A little tired

No hablo español bien- I don’t speak spanish well

Mi equipaje no ha salido- My luggage hasn’t left yet (?)

Thinking about it, Cinco de Mayo [5th of May] is coming up soon!!!


the 100 personality traits
*monty green

I could have said a lot of things. I could have started by asking you why’d you let us get like this. I could have said that I wanted to talk, maybe get to see where your head in all this. I could have begged for you back. But instead I saw you and while my breath hitched in my throat, I wanted you to see the pain I have been enduring. We’ve known each other long enough to realize if something is wrong with each other. I know you knew. I know that you saw my eyes screaming for you to look at me. Say something, my friend. Anything. Tell me that we need to destroy this wall we’ve suddenly built. But this wall is made out of some industrial style shit. From the looks of it, it’s going to be a great while for it to tumble down. My friend, where have you been? Who are you?
Someone asked me, “If I could freeze any moment, and live that moment over and over again, what would I choose?” As I thought, green lights and fog machines blurred my vision. Music took over my body and as I looked to my left you were there. Dancing. Being free. Then, it was just me and you. How it should be. My friend, where have you been? Who are you?
—  g0ldgloryDear You
No woman wants an abortion like she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion like an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.
—  Frederica Mathewes-Green

beth greene & tyreese williams ( inspired by this post [ x ] )

“ I’ve (we’ve) survived and you don’t get it ‘cause I’m not like you or them. But I (we) made it ! ”

were-what-killed-the-dinosaurs  asked:

that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!

Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha

Thank you so much for this prompt!! im assuming that you read the tags on the prompt au, which makes me really happy cause wow!!! someone actually read that stuff!!! thank you!!! i hope you enjoy!! And!! Im posting another version of this with connor driving and you can read it here !!

And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))

(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)


It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.

Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.

A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.

In short, this has not been a good day.

A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?

The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.

Evan leaned across his seat.

“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?

“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.

“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.

“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.

“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”

“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.

So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.

Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.

“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.

“What?” He responded stupidly.

“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.

Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car.  Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.

“Who did you choose?”

“Green Day. Dookie.”

Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.

“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.

“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”

“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.

“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.

“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.

“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”

Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.

My mom got a letter that I wrote to myself in 6th grade as part of my class and went and mailed it to me and so I read it over today and it just has me a little emotional and looking back on things. One of the first things I talked about was how much I wanted to move to Australia and work with animals. Of course a huge part of wanting to move to Australia was the fact that I really looked up to Steve and Terri Irwin and wanted to be just like them. In fact, the Irwins were the very first “celebs” that I honestly looked up to and they were a huge influence in my life. I still remember the day that I found out that Steve had passed away and can even tell you that i was in 9th grade and found out right at the start of my bio class because a couple of other students were talking about it. I was so devastated when I heard that and went home that day and cried my eyes out. To this day I still have an immense love for animals and would love to work with them one day, I’d also really love to visit Australia and the Australia zoo before I die, but it costs a lot of money so I’m not sure it’ll ever happen lol.

The other thing I really talked about was music and how much I loved Green Day, Good Charlotte, and Simple Plan. Those were the main three bands I listened to at the time and I was especially big on Good Charlotte. They were the very first band I realllyyyy got into. I remember begging my mom to buy me level 27 stuff because I pretty much in love with Billy Martin (still am lmao) and how excited I was when my mom got me a Good Charlotte shirt my birthday; my first ever band merch! After that I got into Simple Plan pretty heavily and remember having to special order A Big Package For You just to be able to even get it. It’s just kinda crazy to think that I wrote this letter about 11-12 years ago and these bands are still a pretty big part of my life to this day. Of course there are other bands are a pretty big part of my life now as well such as 5sos, all time low, and waterparks.

I guess it just made me kinda look back on how much I’ve changed over the last 11-12 years but how the basic stuff such as my love for music and animals hasn’t changed a bit. The bands I listen to mean so much to me and have helped me get though so may low and dark points in my life and continue to do so. I still really admire the Irwins and what they do and still look up to them quite a bit. These two things have always been a constant in my life and I never really thought much about it until I read that letter.