crammed this into one set

Cared for

Originally posted by reneefournierxoxo

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): lowkey hate myself


Request:  I don’t know if you do smut but…Sean (Jack) were you’re a youtuber that focuses on more filmy arty type of stuff but you’re somehow affiliated with his yt friends? & you’ve both been kinda flirty between each other for awhile , but recently you’ve been super tired & sad because you work so hard & there’s bad rumours going around about you. So he tries to talk to talk to you but it doesn’t work so he starts touching you & he tells you he can look after her tonight? So kinda fluff but still hot?

Warnings: THIS IS NOT SMUT only at the end does it get a bit frisky but no actual sex guys this is PG 13

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“NO.” she screamed as her canvas tumbled to the floor for the ninth time in one set.

(Y/n) crammed both her hands onto her head, tightly gripping her grease slicked locks. They sighed sharply, eyes widening in spite.

Dropping both arms with lame joints, the girl’s head shot back to glare at the roof.

“Lord, go fu–”

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Candle holders, turns out, are great for storing dice to be visible. I have I think four sets crammed into the one on the right, the one on the left are filled with d12s I just got in today (I love d12s) and the three out front can’t go in because they’re stone (opalite dice are gorgeous and 500% worth the cost, other stone dice are beautiful and weighty and deliciously cool when you pick them up and 400% worth the cost).

details of an asteroid - part 11

for the phandom big bang 2015

Title: details of an asteroid
Author: dantiloquent
Artist: philslesters (see the beautiful art here and here!)
Beta: blossomphan
Overall word count: 88,888 (hell yeah)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild alcohol use, brief homo/biphobia, brief internalized biphobia, implied depression, some existential talk, mild self harm (burns) in this part (but it’s v brief and barely implied)

Summary:  “If you think about it, aliens probably believe in us, too. We’ve got our own intergalactic cheerleaders.” 

When Dan and Phil keep bumping into each other, they eventually give in to chance and start talking. Soon enough, Dan makes a home at the library Phil works at, and they talk about nothing and everything so often that there is no going back. The two survive the future just fine, until they learn the flaws of leaning the weight of your existence on someone else’s shoulders. 

Author’s Notes: so this is it. the final part. wow. i hope u enjoyed this!! as always, all feedback is really appreciated and encouraged!!! thank u again to everyone, i love u. 

and now i present the final part of details of an asteroid…

[click here for the masterpost!]


When Dan gets home he piles up everything Phil’s ever given him and stuffs it in the crammed wardrobe. He’s got one hand on the door as he sets aside one moment to catch his breath, stares at the stacks of books and memories and decrepit happiness - everything Phil had given him.

He tears down the post-it notes and hates himself as he ensures none are ripped, hates how he lines up the sides so the tacky resin glues them all together in one saturated-colour clump. Staring at them a second, before dragging them over to the wardrobe and chucking them in with the books. He’s angry, for fuck’s sake. Now is not the time for sentiment.

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Think about your canon OUAT ship for a second. Your biggest OTP. The one that makes you tune in every week because you get to see new stories, new development in their relationship, and new moments that make your heart ache with the intensity of how strongly you feel they belong together. 

If prompted, why would you say you ship them? Why do you make gif sets and write fic? What is it about them that sets your world on fire?

It’s everything the show has given you over the years. It’s their journeys, together and separately. It’s watching their relationship evolve on-screen; it’s season 5 actions taking on a deeper meaning because of how different things were in season 1 (or 2, or 3, for some of you.) The show has given you, 42 minutes at a time, the story of your ship. From their humble beginnings, their unlikely evolution from disliking each other to being together, and in some cases, their rocky endings and reconciliations. 

You have watched it all unfold in real time, week after week. You’ve seen their ups and downs from episode to episode.

How did you feel about Grumpy and Nova? You know, back in season one?

They were pretty cute, I guess. We got to see their history in flashback form alongside what was happening between them in Storybrooke in present day. There was nothing wrong with them - like I said, pretty cute - but their story was nothing to write home about. We saw the entirety of it crammed in less than 42 minutes and I have maybe seen one gif set of them in the past four years. 

You don’t feel passionately about Grumpy and Nova because they barely existed, and what is their story compared to the epic saga of everything your OTP has been through?

We are not mad that OUAT gave us Ruby and Dorothy. We are mad that you are telling us we should be happy with a Grumpy and Nova - a saltine cracker compared to the all-you-can-eat buffet that you get. 

We are mad that, after five years, this is when they decided to tell this story and not back in season one with all of the other one-off tales that lasted one episode but were not at the core of the show’s overarching story.

We are not asking for more than what you have. We are simply asking for our canon relationship to have a history, depth, and importance. 

To claim we should be happy with so much less is to claim we are lesser people than you.

See for your selfie: Ellen crams big stars into one record-setting Oscar photo

(Photo: Ellen DeGeneres via Twitter)

Academy Awards host Ellen DeGeneres just wanted a little selfie with some of her friends in the audience on Sunday night. She ended up cramming some of the biggest stars in Hollywood into one shot — and breaking Twitter in the process.

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Beat The Drum: The Wrap-Up

Covers, Covers, Covers

What better way to start an amazing day of unique covers than to have Ball Park Music performing a wild rendition of Hoodoo Gurus’ 1985 classic ‘Like Wow – Wipeout’, complete with a helping hand from Gurus frontman himself, Dave Faulkner, busting out rock shapes like there was no tomorrow.

Vance Joy also worked in an iconic 80s tribute into his set, taking on Australian Crawl’s ‘Reckless’, with Bernard Fanning and #1 Dads/Big Scary’s Tom Iansek helping out with smouldering vocals and a beautiful guitar solo respectively. Just look at that heartfelt hug!

The Preatures squeezed two covers into their early evening set. Firstly,  ‘At First Sight’ by Perth band The Stems, “one of our favourite songs” Izzy told the crowd of the 1987 tune; “the year I was born: good vintage!” They were joined by Cloud Control’s guitar-toting Alister Wright and Heidi Lenffer, each adding vocal power to the tune.

The Sydneysiders then tackled Divinyls’ debut single ‘Boys In Town’, accompanied by Divinyls guitarist Mark McEntee as Izzy perfectly channelled the "late, great“ Chrissy Amphlett (who’s no doubt smiling down with approval from somewhere).

Sarah Blasko brought out Paul Dempsey to bring Crowded House’s ‘Distant Sun’ ”out for a special occasion.“ The original sounded great when it ranked at #60 on the 1993 Hottest 100, and it sounded even better in acoustic mode as Ms Blasko and the towering Something For Kate frontman traded vocal lines. Tingles? You betcha.

You Am I wrapped their muscular showing with ‘Young Man Blues’. They might not be the first group to give the Mose Allison jazz original a rock makeover – that honour goes to ‘70s titans The Who - but it’s never sounded as burly and brilliant as it did rumbling over the capacity crowd at The Domain.

Daniel Johns made music history when he showed up out of nowhere to perform Nirvana’s deathless classic ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ - in a completely transformed piano and harp arrangement. Following a lovely intro from Midnight Oil’s mouthpiece Peter Garrett, Johns proceeded to make everyone lose their collective minds with his emotive take on Kurt Cobain’s classic.

Of all the bands Down Under capable of covering Kylie Minogue, you might not have predicted The Cat Empire to be at the top of the list but their interpretation of ‘Confide In Me’ was nothing short of incredible. Chiefly thanks to Owl Eyes swooping in to play the role of the pint-sized pop princess.

With a little help from their friends

Collaborations were a huge part of the Beat The Drum celebrations (heck, did you read any of the above?!?) and there were some truly special crossovers, pairing the most unlikely of Australian music all-stars together.

Case in point: rock vanguards You Am I told Lewis backstage they would “step outside of our genre comfort zone” and into the world of hip hop.

Helping them cross the threshold was Joelistics with the multi-talented MC joining You Am I on stage to bring his Blue Volume album opener ‘Say I’m Good’ to life on stage.

That cracker was followed by rolling out the red carpet for the Queen of Aussie rock, Adalita, for a rip-roaring version of ‘Jewels And Bullets’ (from 1995’s Hi Fi Way).

As if that wasn’t enough, Courtney Barnett then popped up – grinning and shredding her way through Hourly, Daily single ‘Mr. Milk’, a definite highligh in a day chockas with them.

As well as their stunning Kylie Minogue cover with Owl Eyes (see above), The Cat Empire squeezed in Remi too, performing the rap hero’s own ‘Saggin’, bringing major swag as he rolled his rapid fire rhymes over some James Brown worthy horns.

Kicking the party into the evening, The Presets crammed their set-list with special one-of-a-kind appearances. Hermitude brought their characteristic funk to ‘Ghosts’; Megan Washington imbued major passion to a classy ‘This Boy’s In Love’. Finally, DZ Deathrays brought the house down on the juggernaut ‘Are You The One’. We’d love to hear it all again but we fear we witnessed something that’ll never be repeated.

If there was a ‘Collaboration to end all Collaborations Award’, Hilltop Hods won it hands down. The Adelaide trailblazers delivered a re-worked version of ‘Cosby Sweater’, to 25,000 hyped up humans, complete with a cavalcade of hip hop royalty spitting top rhymes.

Supplying vocal acrobatics with MCs Suffa and Pressure were (*deep breath*) Illy, Drapht, Seth Sentry, Horrorshow, Thundamentals, and Tkay Maidza - plus a few recognisable gatecrashers. A history of Aussie hip hop in action and it never sounded so dynamic, daring, and legacy-making. 

Spine-tingling moments a-plenty

An audience with Gotye is always a special moment, but hearing him shorn of his textured bells and whistles is a particularly rare treat.

The multi-instrumental wonder was greeted by a very big, very loud crowd, only for him to bring it back to whisper quiet with an intimate take on ‘Heart’s A Mess’. With naught but a backing guitarist and auto-harp strumming, when Gotye’s voice hit those soaring notes, our heart’s were a mess… of fluttering feels.

Those shivers continued with 'Thanks For Your Time’, as Gotye’s ensemble grew to a five-piece as he conducted a lung-belting audience to sing the sampled vocals and textured beats. Euphoric indeed.

You Am I’s set was filled with eye-grabbing moments, from the glam back-up singers to Tim Rogers’ glitzy smoking jacket. The best 'did you see that!?’ came as Adalita arrived on stage with a bottle of white wine, had a ceremonious swig, then later took a daring dive over the barrier for a crowd-surf before floating back to the stage for a big finale.

Can we just say Izzy from The Preatures absolutely killed it. The Preatures have already played some of the biggest festivals in the world, and their frontwoman is now totally accustomed to growling, strutting, and stalking the stage like the most iconic of band leaders before her. Dressed in a slinky black number, she was lurching one moment, cosying up to her bandmates the next, and it was impossible to tear your eyes away from her bona fide rock star presence.

Speaking of stars in the making, get your horoscope pointed to Tkay Maidza. At 18, the femcee may have been the youngest artist on the bill but she more than matched her older peers in sheer talent and attitude. 'Switch Lanes’, 'U-Huh’, 'Brontosaurus’, her set is already a greatest hits in the making and Tkay looked just like a top billed festival act delivering it.

If you didn’t save enough energy for The Presets, you made a big mistake. Though one glance at the heaving crowd, it didn’t seem like anyone slipped up, nor could you see anyone not moving, so powerful was the Sydney electronic duo’s throbbing bass and sinister beats. The Domain stage, lit up with a multicoloured sheen of projections, shone like a beacon in the middle of a very sweaty rave. 

It didn’t take long into the Hilltop Hoods’ grandstanding set to understand why they were the perfect closer to the night. Orchestrating 25,000 people to clap, bounce, sway, scream, and sing an a capella breakdown of 'Won’t Let You Down’, they were in top form, pulling out all the stops with a live horn section, good mate Plutonic Lab on the drums, DJ Debris cutting and scratching like a pro.

MCs Suffa and Pressure formed an electric connection with the audience as they barrelled through a best of set-list that peaked with the hip hop showcase of 'Cosby Sweater’ - the kind of event that’ll never be repeated -  before bringing it home in spectacular fashion with the festival-sized 'Nosebleed Section’.

Maybe It’s Maybelline

In which Castiel’s hair has a personality of its own.

July 8 | Cas Appreciation Week | Favorite Physical Feature | Hair


Castiel was a capable of a lot of things. He was a whole galaxy crammed into one small human for Christ’s sake. He could set things aflame with a well placed glare if he wished. Even so, there was one thing Castiel couldn’t seem to do, and that was tame the dark locks that curled at the nape of his neck and constantly stuck up in any direction it pleased.

Most of the time the boys joked that it had a personality of its own.

It was at times windblown, touched by the air of twelve different countries in a second.

It was at a time covered in raining sparks from the lights of a barn. Is that not how humans normally introduce themselves?

It was at times matted, the dark locks clinging together with demon blood and dirt. As a human, he scrubbed away the muck with shampoo that smelled of citrus. As an angel, he willed the muck away, having his hair cleaned in the blink of an eye.

It was at a time drenched in sweat as Castiel felt his stolen grace wither away along with his longing heart.

In another time, it was cloaked in the scent of marijuana. Eh, it’s the end of the world.

It was at a time wet, drenched in the waters of a river that Emmanuel didn’t remember ever jumping into.

It was at times singed, little pieces shorter than they once were because of the flames of Hell.

It was at a time longer, paired with peach fuzz that was apparently nice. There really wasn’t time for haircuts in purgatory.

It was at times tousled, misplaced by his own fingers as he ran them through it during a long night of research for a hunt he was determined to do correctly.

It was at a time sticky. One doesn’t collect honey without getting at least some of it on themselves.

It was at times semi-clean, washed with the water from a sink of the Gas-N-Sip. Hygiene was something humans needed when they worked an important job such as his.

It was at a time on Chuck’s floor, remains of a battle Castiel would never have won, but would still, no matter what, have fought.

It was at a time dyed with his own blood, placed there by the hands of his dearest friend. No…placed there by the Mark Of Cain.

It was now bedhead every morning, or so Castiel was told by the brothers. They rated it every morning with teasing smiles as Cas grumpily poured his coffee. “What do you think, Dean? I’m giving it a seven.” “Hmm, you know what, Sammy? I’m saying seven and a half.”