come-on-a-cone

Come on a Cone
Nicki Minaj
Come on a Cone

“Her performance on this song is something else entirely: demented. Chaotic. Gloriously unpredictable. Fearless. One of the most creatively unhinged vocal takes in pop-rap history – or at least an immediate contender for the top ten. Whatever cheap hyperbole you could fling at this performance, Nicki bats down with one of her palmetto-sized eyelashes: listen to her liquify the words "come on a cone” until they are just another sound pinging around in Hit Boy’s bouncy castle of a beat. There aren’t really suitable phrases for that yet…At one point, “Come On A Cone” was nothing but an instrumental on someone’s hard drive. Now it’s an exorcism.“

-Jayson Greene, Review of "Come on a Cone”

This song is why I still have faith in Nicki to be the amazing artist I know she can be.

Ангел

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,315 (Totally meant for this to be a drabble…)

Warnings: FLOOF

Summary: You’ve been raised in isolation your whole life. You know nothing of the outside world and the people that inhabit it. Bucky tags along with the Avengers for a mission that was supposed to be simple and it did not include you. Will you let the darkness of isolation push him away? A/N: I was rewatching Jurassic World the other day and this came into my mind.

Originally posted by suzyhazelwood

Isolation and darkness go hand in hand. They both bring out the worst in every person but only one can drive someone completely and utterly mad.

You were born in darkness and raised in isolation. Artificial light was your friend and the only real light in your life, both figuratively and literally. A nurse constantly took care of you and you grew to regard her as your mother, even when you had a feeling that she really wasn’t.

The cell was your home and you were given some luxuries that you imagined would be present in an actual house. There was a bathroom attached through a door to the right of the door with a shower and a vanity.

Besides the bathroom, there wasn’t much. There weren’t any windows that showed you the outside world. But it didn’t stop you from dreaming about it. You imagined that there were many colors out there, in vivid arrangements that wowed the senses.

You lost yourself in the feelings of books and the world they created. You hoped that even from those fantasy worlds, there would be some truth in the real world. You didn’t imagine a bad world, but one that was positive and beautiful in every way.

How wrong you were.

—-

Steve Rogers was a good man and a needed leader for the Avengers. But he could be a bit annoying. Bucky found his insistence into his personal life tedious and exhausting. All he wanted was one day without Steve trying to poke into his mind.

He was getting better, thanks to T'Challa and whatever had done for him in Wakanda. He found himself in unpayable debt to him. But his mind was something else. Nightmares plagued him regularly but he found himself surrounded by things and people that would help him. In a nutshell, he was okay and he would continue to be okay.

Tony hadn’t trusted him immediately and he did understand why. Not only had he killed his parents, but he was an assassin that was highly dangerous with a high kill count. Bucky didn’t completely trust himself either but after time and many opportunities for Tony to trust him, he had warmed up to him, sort of. Tony still wouldn’t forgive him but Bucky knew that this was better than nothing.

With a tip from a scouting mission, the Avengers were led to an abandoned warehouse, a suspected abandoned warehouse. That suspect was shattered when Sam told them about heat signatures that were lighting up the building and he was getting an odd reading from the basement.

Bucky heads down there by himself and carefully maneuvers his way through the halls, taking out guards as they cross his path. He gets to the end of the hall and sees that there is a keypad. His alarms start to go off because they did not account for this.

“What do you see Barnes?” Tony asks through the coms.

“There’s a keypad that must lead to the source of the odd reading that Sam was talking about.”

He hears a whirring behind him and on instinct, he turns and aims his gun at the source of the sound. He does relax when he sees that it was Tony’s suit that was making the noise.

“Relax, Frosty. Let’s see about that keypad.”

Bucky moves away from the pad and watched as Tony places some sort of device on the keys and it brings up the code. Tony punches it in.

“Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door. Yay!”

The door opens and reveals an elevator. Tony turns to Bucky.

“Age before beauty.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and steps into the elevator with Tony with his suit back on. Bucky presses the other button that doesn’t represent the floor they are currently on. It descends, making a small humming noise that rings throughout the compartment.

The doors open and both men are immediately on alert. With a raised gun and raised blasters, they start down the hall and carefully examine the place where they have found themselves. Bucky stops at the only door that’s not opened.

There’s no name on the door or of any indication that someone is in there. He takes a risk and lightly taps on the door. He hears a muffled curse from Tony at the sudden noise but they are both surprised at the smallest of noises.

“Hello?”

“I think someone’s in there.” Bucky states over the coms.

—-

You’re surprised by the smallest of taps on your door. You furrow your brow for a moment. The guards or your nurse doesn’t usually tap on the door in greeting.

“Hello?” You ask.

You hear a muffled sound coming from behind the door and as it continues and increases in volume, you start to get anxious. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest and your breath starts to come out in quick and harsh pants.

The voices suddenly stop from behind the door and you assume that they’ve left. But you’re proven wrong when the door comes flying in with sparks coning off the hinges.

You scream and huddle away into the corner, trying to isolate yourself away room them. You curl up in a ball and try to make yourself as small as possible. It doesn’t work as people start to file into the room that you call your home and you feel a sudden sense of anxiety at their presence.

You don’t know who these people are or what they want. All you known is that they’re all in a varying array of colors and it makes your senses dance across your mind as you try to process all the things that are coming into your tiny bubble.

They all look at you now and you find yourself trying to disappear into your small shape that you try to create. A red haired woman cautiously approaches you and she speaks something in a language you don’t understand to everyone else. They all file out of the room but the woman stays.

She slowly kneels down in front of you at a respectable distance and looks at you. You look at her in return, studying her.

“Hello.” She speaks.

“Hello.” You return at her.

“What’s your name?”

That is when you furrow your brow at her, confused by her words. You don’t know what she’s saying from the odd language she speaks. All you know of her language is hello.

“Как вас зовут?” (What’s your name?)

That you understand.

“Они назвали меня ангелом. Но я не знаю своего имени.” (They called me an angel. But I do not know my name.)

“Ангел, меня зовут Наташа. Я пришел забрать тебя отсюда.” (Angel, my name is Natasha. I came to take you from here.)

You nod at her and she extends her hand to you. You slowly take it and her hands are a bit bigger than your own but they both have the same purpose. She helps you up from the corner and she gasps at what she sees.

“У вас есть … крылья.” (Do you have…wings?)

You unfurl your wings from behind your back and they don’t seem to glow under the artificial light. They expand the room and the feathers reach one end of the room to the other.

But she smiles at you, unafraid of what she sees. You’re surprised at her reaction and slowly make them rest against your back once more. You follow her out but stop in the hallway once you see everyone else in the hall looking at you.

Natasha notices the way your body language changes and shields you away from them.

Whatever she tells them, they go to the door that slides out and you’re left surprised at when they disappear from sight. You look at Natasha and she gently leads you on.

—-

You almost have a panic attack when the odd device starts to move in the air but Natasha isn’t the one to console you. There’s someone else who speaks Russian and you find him incredibly attractive.

He gently soothes you and with your permission, he holds you close until you find yourself drifting off to sleep. When you awake, the man still holds you and the machine still flies through the air.

“Вы знаете английский?” (Do you know English?)

You shake your head at him but then nod.

“Hello.” You speak the only word you know.

“Hello. Это единственное слово, которое вы знаете?” (Is this the only word you know?)

You nod at him and you feel him gently touch your feathers. You jump and he lets you go. You scurry off his lap and go into the seat next to him. You’re not very happy when people touch your feathers because you find yourself being very sensitive with your feathers.

“Прости. Я не хотел тебя беспокоить.” (Sorry. I did not mean to disturb you.)

You look at him and very slowly, you unfurl the wing closest to him so he could touch them.

“Пожалуйста, будьте нежны.” (Please, be gentle.)

He nods at you and slowly reached out with his flesh hand to touch your feathers. He uses a very gentle touch and he never strays too long or touches too hard. You appreciate the way he’s touching you with such softness as if he knows just how fragile you are.

You stay by his side and he soothes you again when the aircraft starts to descend. He leads you out into the tower and you take a while to look at the building.

But the most astonishing thing is the light that comes into your vision. You blink a few times to adjust and you feel the slight prick of something pressing against your head. You close you eyes and hold your head.

Bucky takes you to an open room with a serious of tables and machines. He shows you to a man, whose name is Bruce. He says that Bruce is a doctor and he wants to make sure you’re alright.

You jump at every sound that comes from the machine but Bucky just tells you that the beeps measure your blood pressure and your temperature. You still don’t feel very reassured but you stay still as Bruce takes tests of you.

He’s very careful with your wings as he examines them. He takes very good care of them for you and he gently plucks the ingrown ones when he spots them. You wince when he takes them out but you know that it is for the better.

Satisfied with your health, Bruce sends you off when Bucky and he takes you upstairs from another elevator. He brings you onto an empty floor and you look at the empty room. But you gasp at the view of the city beneath you as you see the colors that pop behind your eyes.

“Это твой, Ангел. Вы можете делать все, что хотите.” (It’s yours, Angel. You can do whatever you want.)

You look at him and hug him. You’re so overcome with different emotions that you don’t know what to do. He does wrap his arms around you. You feel your heart beat a little faster.

—-

A few months pass and you make progress on the front of language. Both Bucky and Natasha help you to learn English and ease you into it. You still don’t like to be around the team all that much but you see that they respect your need for personal space.

You decorate your room with colors with pictures and art. Bucky introduced you into movies and television shows. You weren’t very fond of it at first but once you found a good movie, you started to warm up to the subject.

You don’t venture out of your rook very often as it has everything you want and you and Bucky spend a lot of time in it. He comes over often and you find yourself confused by the way your heart starts to beat a little quicker whenever he’s around.

“Bucky? Why does…my heart do this?” You ask him.

“Why does your heart do what?”

“It…beats fast.”

He sits down beside you on the couch and your heart patters against your chest. You gently move his hand over your chest so he can feel it.

“I don’t understand.” You speak quietly.

You look at the way his eyes light up just slightly as he feels your heartbeat. Your wings lie behind you on the couch as they slightly twitch as he touches you.

“I think you’re in…love.”

“Love? Love is an odd word. What is it?”

“It makes your head spin and your heart beat faster. Do you feel it?”

“Yes. Am I in…love?”

“I suppose so. But only you know.”

You look up at him as he retracts his hand. Bucky’s blue eyes seem to glow under the softest light of the fire that lights up in the mantle. He looks absolutely beautiful and you can’t help but look at his lips.

You’ve never seen a more attractive man before in your life. You’ve never paid much attention to the guards but you’re glad you hadn’t. You’re sure that this love you’re feeling is for Bucky and Bucky alone.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I know you are.”

“How?” You ask.

“I’ve been trained to notice these things.”

“Do you…” You trail off, afraid of the answer he can give you.

He looks at you and your heart flutters in your chest. His metal hand slowly goes to rest on your cheek and his thumb caresses the skin. You lean into it and sigh a bit.

“Of course I do. I loved you the moment I saw you. Ты мой ангел.” (You’re my angel.)

You smile at him and feel the tears slide down your cheeks. You’re happy with his words and you’ve never felt more alive. You sit up on your knees and gently kiss him, wrapping your wings around the both of you, creating a safe cocoon.

There will be no more isolation for you now because Bucky has broken down every single wall he can and chased out the darkness that you had been shrouded in. You’re his angel and there’s not a more perfect sound.

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Alien Emoji: A Summary

A good alien. Very captivating eyes that hold the secrets of the universe. 5/5

Went for a very simplistic approach. Simple is good, but not in this sense. His head is much too rounded. 3/5

Thick lines as always. While the eyes are wonderful, this boy looks very crowded. 3/5

What the fuck is this. Why does he look like he just realized something that’s been haunting him for the entirety of his existence. What is this Photoshop gradient it’s fucking awful. 1/5

Do not let this one near children. He’ll laugh while burning your families bodies at the exact same time. Still better than Samsung, though. 2/5

Incredible. He’s so menacing, but cute at the same time. This is a very good boy. 6/5

Looks quite upset. I’d like to sit down with him and ask about what’s on his mind. It’s alright, little guy. 4/5 5/5 to boost his confidence.

Stop right there. This is too much. His upper face is angry, but lower face seems upset. Make up your mind, messanger. 2/5

Incredible. His face comes to a cone perfectly, and isn’t too overbearing. This is an alien, my friendo. 6/5

While he is still very cute, he looks more like an outlet rather than an alien. Good work, Mozilla. At least you tried. 4/5

Something feels off here. He seems too innocent, and looks more like a pea that belongs in a plush pea pod. 3/5

Who the fuck do you think you are. Do you honestly think you can waltz into my house, eat my food, and leave without another word? You disgust me. Just because you’re different, doesn’t mean you’re special. Get the fuck out of my house. 0/5

Cliff Fall

So @orphanbrigade‘s monthly challenge is beach trip. And I don’t write nice things apparently, so here we are. A nice drabble at the beach. Enjoy!


Jack’s feet sank in to the wet sand, and waves folded over his toes, leaving bubbles as it ebbed back to towards the ocean. The breeze was crisp and comforting.

‘A fucking seagull just stole my ice cream. Where do they nest? Where the fuck do they nest?’

Jack sighed. ‘What do you want?’

‘A seagull, Jack. A fucking seagull stole my goddamn ice cream. We’re going after him.’

‘It’s my day off, Geoff. I’m not chasing a bird.’

‘It’s mine, too! And a seagull ruined it for me. I’m going to shoot him and use his eggs for an omelette.’

Jack shook his head. ‘Males don’t have eggs.’

‘Like you get to judge what he does in his nest. … I bought you that skirt, didn’t I?’

‘You did.’

‘You look a million bucks.’

‘I do. Come on. I’ll buy you another cone.’

The pair sat at the end of the pier, ice creams in hand. The sun was far in the horizon, casting long shadows behind them.

‘Do you ever feel… small?’ Geoff asked.

‘I’m 6’2 and plump as pudding. I’ve never felt small in my life.’

‘Is that a saying?’

‘I don’t think so.’

Geoff laughed and took another scoop with his tongue. ‘I mean it though. The world is huge. Los Santos… God, it’s beautiful and broad. And what are we? We’re nothing. Grains of sand on a beach. Could be washed away whenever. We’d never be missed.’

Jack hummed. ‘One of those days?’

‘Guess so.’

‘… If that cliff crumbled, do you think people would notice?’

‘Well, yeah.’

‘You’re not sand. You’re too important for that. You don’t know how big you are. But I do. Geoff Ramsey, you are a big, beautiful cliff.’

‘Alright, let’s not get mushy.’ Geoff paused. ‘You’re the sun then.’

‘No. I’m the bottom of the cliff. I stop you crumbling.’

Geoff grinned. ‘You’re wasted here. You could have been the next Shakespeare.’

A seagull swooped down and white splattered on Geoff’s head.

‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHERE ARE YOU? I WILL FIND YOU! I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU AND SELL YOU TO KFC—STOP LAUGHING, JACK!’

anonymous asked:

hi im very new to learning about magic ive only just started to find info and research but ive been thinking about like how the media represents witches and i wanted to know if there was anything thats actually true or used? like y'know huge old tomes full of spells and using eye of newt and beetle legs in spells and shifting and making potions for thousands of things.

This is an interesting question, and I can write an entire essay on the topic. That said, I’ll discuss as many stereotypes as I can think of.

Pointy hats – witches do not normally wear these. The shape comes from the “cone of power” theory, where power projects into a point. This is why pendulums, knives and wands are often pointed. I don’t see why anyone would find use in a hat like that, though. Overall, they’re not commonly worn.

Eye of newt and whatever – these are folk names for common herbs. For example, eye of newt is actually mustard seed.

Black cats – these are common familiars. Originally rabbits were the common witch familiar, but a familiar can be any animal.

Riding on brooms – commonly called “besoms”, these brooms aren’t used by witches to fly, but as a cleansing tool and a representation of entering another world. It’s common to see a witch use a broom, and even make their own besom.

Potions – are simply a term for a liquid with magical intent. Some call their magical teas, oils, and other liquids “potions”. I personally don’t, since the word has a lot of weird associations with it. And nobody’s gonna drink my chamomile vanilla tea if I call it a “potion”. 

Cauldron – can be used as a tool, but is becoming less and less common. They’re hard to find, and although they are handy to use outside and made of good iron, a lot of witches use a stove instead.

All witches being women – not true.

All witches cursing – also not true.

Witches developing poisons – can happen, I guess, with peoples’ knowledge of herb work, but not common.

Crystal orbs – still used for divination. You can find them at a lot of metaphysical shops and rock stores.

Did I miss something? I feel like I missed something here. Feel free to add on. Anyway, that’s my answer, feel free to ask any more questions. ^-^

THE WEDDING SINGER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad 
  • All I wanna do is grow old with you.
  • I’m sorry… I just couldn’t do it.
  • Well, if you need more time, I guess I could wait.
  • No… I don’t need more time, _____. I don’t ever want to marry you.
  • Gee, you know that information… really would’ve been more useful to me *yesterday.*
  • I’ve still got the Spandex; I’ll put ‘em on right now.
  • Once again, things that could’ve been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!
  • But it all was bullshit.
  • It was a goddamn joke
  • All right, remember - alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you!
  • Hey, buddy, I’m not paying you to hear your thoughts on life. I’m paying you to sing.
  • Well, I have a microphone, and you don’t, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
  • He’s losing his mind.
  • Oh, I don’t think anybody could puke more than than kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him.
  • You hit two cones back there. Those could have been people… they could have been guests at her wedding!
  • Hey, psycho - we’re not gonna discuss this, OK, it’s over. Please get out of my ____ t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up.
  • Oh, man, I heard what happened to you at your wedding, that was so cold! You must’ve felt like shit!
  • No, sir, I have no experience but I’m a big fan of money. I like it, I use it, I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I’d like to put more in that jar. That’s where you come in.
  • That’s not nice… Very creative, though.
  • No. Your penis is too small.
  • Sir, one more outburst, I will strangle you with my microphone wire. You understand me.
  • Excuse me! Just because he’s going out with me doesn’t mean he’s going to get laid.
  • If you find somebody you can love, you can’t let that get away.
  • What I’m saying is all I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be all right.
  • Hang on, hon! I’m watching Dallas! I think J.R. might be dead or something - they shot him!
  • I don’t know, man. I would lose that glove. You look nuts.
  • This is a great idea. I’m glad you came around. You want to do some gambling and have some fun right away, or you just want to get married?
  • Hey. I kissed her, but it didn’t mean anything, I just brought her the jacket.
  • We’re living in a material world and I am a material girl… or boy.
  • How about this? You talk about her ass again, I’ll break your neck.
  • I don’t. I think she’s a beautiful girl, but she’s about to marry that jerk-off.
  • Listen, I know you’re shy and I know you’ve been hurt, so I’m going to make this really easy on you. If you come upstairs, you’re gonna get laid.
  • Oh man. You know what sucks though? Once you get married, the party’s over, right?
50 MOST BLOGGED SONGS OF APRIL 2015

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1.       King by Years & Years

2.       Lose It by Oh Wonder

3.       U Don’t Feel The Same by Lo-Fi-Fnk

4.       America by XYLO

5.       Evening Star by Cannons

6.       I Need You by M83

7.       Roll Up Your Sleeves by Meg Mac

8.       Show Me by R.Lum.R

9.       Falling Short by Lapsley

10.   Let You Go (Radio Edit) by The Chainsmokers

11.   Careful by Karl Kling

12.   Vertigo by Mini Mansions

13.   Thumbalina by Coleman Hell

14.   Heart Melter by Alma Elste

15.   Desire by Years & Years

16.   Black Soap by Ex Cops

17.   Slipping Away by Tanlines

18.   Mother & Father by Broods

19.   Gold by Chet Faker

20.   Too Young To Fall In Love by Chelsea Lankes

21.   Aware by Leland

22.   Tough Love by Jessie Ware

23.   Illuminate by Tourist

24.   Firestone by Kygo

25.   White Noise by Ex Cops

26.   Utmost Good by All We Are

27.   Nothing But A Heartbeat by Say Lou Lou

28.  Lean On (Feat. Me and DJ Snake) by Major Lazer

29.   Forever (Pt. II) by Snakehips

30.   R E A L (Figgy Remix) by LE YOUTH

31.   Runaway by Aurora Aksnes

32.   Talking Body by Tove Lo

33.   Raindrops (Radio Edit) by SNBRN

34.   Blue by Marina & The Diamonds

35.  Back Again by Flor

36.   Hold Me Up by Conrad Sewell

37.   Song For Zoe & Gwen by Yumi Zouma

38.   White Lies by Milo Greene

39.   Haunter by Gengahr

40.   Sorry by Meg Myers

41.   Hard Time by Seinabo Sey

42.   Alena by Yumi Zouma

43.   2shy by Shura

44.   We Are The Hearts by EXGF

45.   Where Are U Now (Feat. Justin Bieber) by Jack U

46.   Water Slides by Mew

47.   Ghost (Lost Kings Remix) by Halsey

48.   Under Stars by Aurora Aksnes

49.   Old Pine by Ben Howard

50.   Come Back To Me by Urban Cone