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Hello darlings! I’m always looking for blogs to Queue from, so I decided why not make my very own queue group! ^-^  I’m so excited to host this! I’m looking forward to meet new friends and discovering amazing new blogs that are always up for Q4Q’s

R U L E S;

  • Must be following @amazely (Don’t lie, I will be checking)
  • Reblog this post at least once (likes can be used for bookmarking)

P E R K S; 

  • A follow from me (If I’m not already following you)
  • New Friends (including me!) <3
  • Your blog will feature on this cute page (Under construction)
  • Your queue will never be empty!! (yayyy!!)
  • A bunch of new blogs to collab with, queue, etc! 

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  • Talk to me; I’d love to get to know you :)
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  • Have a similar blog style to me.
  • Participate in any of the awards I am currently co-hosting

O T H E R;

  • Banner made by the beautiful @rehticent // see her other masterpiece @bannersbyrehticent
  • If you have any question, feel free to ask me here
  • I will be choosing a good amount of blogs when I’m happy with the notes acquire
  • GoodLuck and Happy Reblogging xx
  • Please don’t let this flop. If it does, we’ll pretend this never ever happen okay? Cool! ;)

I hope your day is as amazing and marvelous as you are

Lots of love,


ew stuff from a teeny bit ago ;w;” and honestly tomtords just gonna be the end of me oml

its three am help guys hel p

also if youd like to use anything, go ahead!! just link it or put my username (nanibyrd) in the desc!! also, id love to see it tbh, its just like, om l?? so thatd be amazing and you dont have too tho!!!  thank you!! “;w;”

edit: i just looked at this over again and realized i made to comics pertaining to “/ass/” and now its really bothering me om f g  >_>’

anonymous asked:

imagine calling H pretty (cos he is duh) and he's like 'i'm not pretty, i'm handsome' and you roll youre eyes bc 'you can be both baby, youve always been pretty' and he gets all blushy bc hes never really been called pretty before but he likes it most when you say it to him

He truly deserves all the compliments he can get. Whether they’re about his gorgeous looks or his loving personality, he deserves them all.

You’re sitting on Harry’s lap, your legs straddling his pudgy hips as he’s slumped back against the sofa. He plays with the hole of your sweatpants, pulling out a few strings and then trying to close it, which obviously wouldn’t work, and a pout forms on his lips as well as a furrow between his brows.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, giving a laugh. Harry looks up at you, and his face lightens up immediately as he locks his eyes with yours. He smiles, showing off his dimples, pulling his chin in, so a little soft double chin appears. “It.. it doesn’t close” he says whilst giggling. You tuck a curl behind his ear away from his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb. Harry looks up to you this whole time, his brows now lifted up and he follows your expressions very carefully.

“You know, you’re so pretty.” you tell him, and he looks down at his hands, his cheeks blushing a bit. “Really?” Harry asks quietly, not looking up to you, just playing with his rings, sliding them on and off. You lean down to kiss his hot cheek, and you give a little peck on his nose. “The prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.” Harry looks up to you, his cheeks now completely blushed out.

“Come ‘ere” he says and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, so he can nuzzle his face in your hair. He swings you slightly from side to side, kissing the skin just under your ear and mumbles “Thank you, love yeh so much.” 

Our Land: The First 100 (or so) Days

When we started the “Our Land” journey in January, I mentioned that I drew inspiration from the words of John Steinbeck: his notion, in the travelogue Travels with Charley, to “rediscover this monster land.”

Four months later, as we wrap up the first phase of our project, I’m turning for inspiration to another John: the naturalist, explorer and author John Muir. 

In the late 1800s, Muir took three trips to southeast Alaska, where producer Elissa Nadworny and I just spent a revelatory two weeks gathering stories. Muir traveled along the Inside Passage by steamer ship and canoe, marveling at the glaciers he watched calving into fjords, the huge girth of Sitka spruce trees, the endless, quivering light display of the aurora borealis. The scenery of coastal Alaska, Muir wrote, was “hopelessly beyond description.” But he managed, beautifully:

In these coast landscapes there is such indefinite, on-leading expansiveness,     such a multitude of features without apparent redundance, their lines           graduating delicately into one another in endless succession, while the whole is so fine, so tender, so ethereal, that all pen-work seems hopelessly unavailing. Tracing shining ways through fiord and sound, past forests and waterfalls, islands and mountains and far azure headlands, it seems as if surely we must at length reach the very paradise of the poets, the abode of the blessed. 

The guiding principle behind the “Our Land” series has been to explore how place shapes identity: how where we live shapes who we are, and how ties to the land determine our sense of self. These ideas are front and center in our most recent Alaska reporting. Among our stories, we’ll hear a father-daughter commercial fishing duo talk about making a living, and a life, on the water. We’ll hear from Alaska Natives about celebrating and revitalizing their ancient cultures, rooted in the land. And we’ll visit a tiny village – with just a post office to its name – where living independently, off the grid, defines the people who make it their home.

Throughout our travels, I’ve been reminded time and again of people’s intense pride in where they’re from. We heard this expressed clearly by the sons of Yemeni immigrants in Hamtramck, Michigan. By a cattle broker along the Arizona-Mexico border. By Chinese-American families in the Mississippi Delta.

And it’s no small thing that on every step of our road trip, we’ve been welcomed into people’s homes and invited to share the bounty at their dinner table. We’ve gratefully shared in a community potlatch in Klukwan, Alaska, a Chinese feast in Clarksdale, Mississippi, an Uzbek dinner in Kansas City, Missouri, and many more.

(Sheila Spores holding a platter of grilled wild Alaska king and coho salmon at the home of our dinner host, Peter Rice, in Ketchikan)

Outside my office at NPR, I’ve hung a laminated map of the U.S., and I’ve marked our travel routes to date with a black Sharpie. It’s satisfying to look at the ground we’ve covered, but it’s also a constant reminder that there’s so much more territory to explore. The road beckons.

–Melissa Block

(Photos: Melissa Block/NPR)

Map: published in Alaska Days with John Muir (New York: Fleming H. Revell Co., 1915)

Friday plans include a cold beverage? Meet the beer fridge of 1899.

It’s from a catalog of by L. H. Mace & Co. of New York, now in our @smithsonianlibraries. Early refrigerators used insulation (with an inch between two sets of walls) and circulation to move cool air from the ice chamber throughout the space.

Inside this refrigerator, there were places for kegs to rest and shelves in the lower part of the refrigerator could be removed, making it possible to chill two more kegs.

anonymous asked:

Louis and Harry were both in Donny and yesterday morning they drove to London and spent time in their London house then Harry dropped Louis off at the airport with lots of kisses and good luck's and Harry have Louis tons of his warm hoodies, beanies and pants so Louis would remember Harry while he's away in Jamaica without H cos we know that Jamaica is LARRY'S GET AWAY HOLIDAY PLACE but crusty rusty made Elounor stunt there



Wędrujemy ulicami.
Złamane serca mamy.
I dusze nasze,
Poszarpane na części,
Bo ktoś kiedyś,
Postanowił odejść.

Dlaczego, pytam się pana.
Dlaczego my, nastolatkowie.
Z takim wiekiem,
Młodzi i piękni.
Dusze musimy mieć zniszczone.
I serca z lodu wykute przez ludzi.

—  Mój kolejny ‘wiersz’. Jest dla chłopaka, którego imię kocham. (wiesz o co chodzi! Pozdrawiam, Twoja H.) ^^
Why doesnt SOMEONE do something aobut ALL THESE FUCKING BOTS ON social MEDIA ???????????????
  • Co-Worker: *internally* The new guy is so cool. Well, I guess he's not the new guy anymore because he has been working here for months now, but he's still great. I look up to him so much. He's funny, and outgoing. He even gave me a cute nickname. He never recognizes my affection for him, but I think today is the day. Today is the day he'll realize how cool and cute I am.
  • Co-Worker: H-Hi!
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Do you like music?
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  • Co-Worker: Everyone likes you. I like you.
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  • Co-Worker: You're not allowed to take your phone out at work.
  • New Guy: Come on, no one cares.
  • Co-Worker: Uh, here you go, I guess. *hands new guy her phone*
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  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: It's not the real Britney Spears, this is very obviously a bot.
  • Co-Worker: No, it's totally her. How can you even tell?
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  • Co-Worker: Oh... I guess I didn't notice.
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  • Co-Worker: You love me!?
  • New Guy: Yeah, as a minor work acquaintance. Hey, if you talk to that rep later on, tell her to hit me up some time.
  • Co-Worker: Sure... yeah.
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  • Co-Worker: *checking phone* It can't be a bot. It's definitely not a bot. Why would a Britney Spears bot follow me. I'm not even interested in fishing. It has to be the real Britney. *DMs the bot* Hey, hello Britney.
  • Brittany Spear: hi what're up :)
  • Co-Worker: Britney, I knew you were real!
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  • New Guy: *working halfheartedly*
  • Co-Worker: *stumbles into new guy's cubicle* Greeting.
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Does your like fishing?
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Someone New

Request: -X reader imagine based off of the song “someone new” by banks Pretty please!

-And Oh shoot that request for the imagine based on Someone New was with dick, Jason, or Bruce! I don’t think I wrote that but if I did here it is again🙈

Side notes-Swearing,Death,

Relationship:Jason Todd X reader

Warnings: Swearing, Death,

A/N - This was co-written by @litbatboys (H/C) is hair color LIT LIT LIT Also (Y/N/N) is your nickname

“Jason. Why do you have to leave now?” Jason’s hand ran through your (H/C) caressing the softness taking in the scent that he would miss after he left. His arms wrapped around you as he felt wetness on his chest “Hey..I won’t be gone for a while..” His steady voice drifted off into a slight crack

You nodded your head pulling away it away, tears were rushing down your face,more like streaming down your face. He smiled kissing your forehead “Everything I do I will think of you.” You winced at the sound of his tone knowing he was about to leave. “Just say something. Something that I know you’re going to come back alive.”

He looked down walking away to the counter where his guns were set and ready. He looked back at you with sorrow in his eyes. “You know I can’t be sure of anything but you know I’ll try my damn best to get back to you. Maybe not in one piece but if I can get home safe to my baby girl then I will.”“

You had a slight smile on your face as he cupped your cheek “Just believe me when I say I love you.” Noticing tears streaming down the face of your boyfriend out of his blue eyes “You don’t understand. I wish you understood…I just hope one day you do.” You closed your eyes at the sight of him picking up his bag. He knew the dangers of the mission and if he left quickly, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much and maybe just maybe you wouldn’t catch on.

“I’ll come back to you…” You nodded your head pulling him in for one last hug that he gave so nicely. “Jason…Be safe out there?” Jason stepped outside sliding his leather jacket “Hey while i’m gone don’t fall in love with someone new” He winked trying to joke but he new it didn’t work

“Jason” You rolled your eyes kissing his cheek and watching him go. “Don’t forget, I love you.” As you spoke the last words to him you would in a while and before you knew it he was at the airport.


“It’s been 3 months Jaybird. You said it would only take 6 weeks” You mumbled into the phone hearing the crack in his voice holding back tears “I miss you so much” You told him with a sorrowful look he could only imagine. It felt like years since you’ve been in his arms.

“I know babe. I’ll be home soon. Only 3 more weeks Bruce said and then I’ll be home with you safe and sound in your arms” You laughed tears down your face. “Just why Ethiopia? Why not fucking like I don’t know. Just why there?”

“You know why. Bruce said that there was a mission we needed to go on. Joker was attacking houses out here and places and taking family’s away.” You heard the shot of a gun “JASON?!” You got scared easily but he responded back “Hey. Don’t worry Roy’s just shooting my gun. He came to help”

You nodded your head “Ah makes sense” You and Jason were both a mess without each other more like a disaster “It’s late there Jaybird. Go to sleep you need It. We both do..” You yawned into the phone as you knew he was smiling. “I love your yawns. You squeak” You blushed as he spoke up but in a whisper tone “Go to sleep. Goodnight baby”

You whispered back to him “Goodnight…” You looked away putting the phone on your end table rolling over in bed. After what seemed like just closing your eyes for ten minutes you heard your phone ringing, checking the time you realized it was 4 AM.  

You crinkled your brow, that wasn’t Jason’s ringtone but instead it was Bruce’s. He wouldn’t be calling you or anybody else for that matter unless it was something important  “Bruce? What’s wrong? Is ever-” Your sweet voice got cut off by a raspy broken one “(Y/N) It’s Jason he needs to talk with you.”

You heard the phone being shifted from one person to the next and when you heard Jason struggling to breathe you choked on your own air. “Jaybird? What happened?” You felt your heart start to burn knowing something was wrong. “(Y/N)”

Jason stuttered to get even your name out of his mouth “I want you to know..that you mean everything to me and that I don’t ever want to lose you. Your hair, your smile, I will never forget. We were meant to be together and I promise after tonight I’ll come back to you but right now I’m not ready. So please don’t hate me for dying.”

Your eyes were already watering by the time he said that word dying. “Jason you aren’t going anywhere. You’re staying right there and you’re going to be fine. Im going to come and get you I’’ll be there in about 2 days alright? For now sta-” You got cut off by a raspy helpless almost breathless voice “Be patient with me alright?”

“I promise baby,” He said weakly and you had tears streaming down your face, you could only imagine how much pain he was in and it broke your heart. “One day, I’ll come back to you.” You heard Jason take his final breath and as he did you realized he’d never find someone new.

You let out a choked sob and you heard someone take the phone. It was Bruce,

“I’m sorry Y/N, he’s gone.”