do not put me on hold

anonymous asked:

Can I just say that I love the fact that your like the elucien sex guru of this fandom !! 😂 lol, on a less steamier note, I was wondering if you had any headcannons about what happens when they have nightmares ? Like how do they help each other out of it and what do they do to soothe and comfort the other ? I just thought that it would be kinda cute, though it has no relevance ! tysm x

hahaha oh god “elucien sex guru” let me just put that on my resume. But I AM HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THIS HEADCANON; there’s not enough fluff in my life.

When Elain has nightmares, once she’s awake and no longer actively freaking out, Lucien wraps her in a blanket and hoists her in his arms and takes her out to the balcony their room has; he sits and holds her and they look at the stars. Being outdoors calms her, as does his voice, so Lucien talks to her, tells her stories of his childhood or bits of the fae history/mythology that she’s still learning. Sometimes Elain doesn’t want to go back to sleep afterwards so they steal food from the kitchen and stay up and snack and talk for a while.

I don’t think Lucien gets nightmares very often, I think his trauma sort of manifests as… I don’t know if I’d call it disassociating, because I don’t have firsthand experience with that and I don’t want to label things incorrectly/ be insensitive about a real symptom of mental illness, but he has times where he spaces out/ shuts down and gets really quiet and stuck in his own head, spiraling hard into bad memories/ thoughts. Sometimes it’s triggered by something, sometimes it comes on out of nowhere. Elain can always tell, even though it’s not always obvious, and tries to ground him with physical touch: just gently stroking his face, his arms, his hair, holding his hand. very patient and gentle. Sometimes she’ll get him to sit and rest his head on her shoulder or in her lap or the like. It takes him a couple of minutes to come out of it, sometimes longer, but eventually he’ll come back to himself little by little and start returning the affection. They usually cuddle for a bit after this if they can, not talking. Lucien loves her so much for all of this.

I saw a brother trying to hold in his tears, wiping his eyes constantly trying to remove any sign of water. I asked him why are you doing this?

He replied,

“I don’t want my Lord to see me upset in dunya. He knows what I reveal and what I conceal but I still want to put on a smile for Allah.”

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do you have thoughts or feelings on the trope where viktor is an expert/good at something but pretends to be A TOTAL NOVICE just to get yuuri to teach him how to do it?    

because i feel like that could apply here. oh yuuri what do the different color shells mean. oh i think i’m holding the steering wheel wrong can you put your arms around me and adjust my grip. what do you mean this isn’t archery.            

well the thing is victor is usually as bad as yuri about hating to be bad at things, so unless it’s something real low stakes like “oh yuri I just can’t learn to open jars like you” it’s probably not even going to cross his dear little mind. also he’s a peacock, if he’s good at something he’s going to be VERY VERY GOOD AT IT in front of his object of interest. It just turned out in this case he decided to become the best at being the amusingly bad Mario Kart player.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I am a female that is interested in another female who happens to be an INTJ....we became very close friends and Im starting to get feelings for her. I have a question about attraction/ relationships with INTJs. How do you know when they like you more than a friend? How do you know that they are attracted to you? By the way, I am an ESFJ (not compatible on paper but works in real life for us) she holds my hand, lays on me, puts her arm around me, puts her hand on my thigh and hugs me etc.

Because we’re all individuals the clues as to whether someone likes you as more than a friend or not can be pretty diverse. So there’s no real solid answer. These are just some things I -as a fellow female INTJ- would do…

1) Initiating spending time with you often. INTJ’s are naturally pretty reclusive, so deliberately instigating getting together is a big thing. As close friends once or twice a week is good, three or more probably is leaning towards “I can’t wait to see you”

2) Being open about their feelings. We’re usually adept at hiding our emotions and feelings. (That is, if we admit that we have them) Sharing them makes us vulnerable which is not something INTJ’s are fond of. Allowing someone to see us like that is a HUGE show of trust. Sharing often, or appearing more soft then normal usually means they’re completely confident in their trust for you.

3) Asking for your advice often. INTJ’s like knowing. Period. We’re not against asking for advice, it’s just not common because we could probably figure it out on our own. Asking for your advice is a show of respect. For both your character and your intelligence. Asking often indicates complete respect for your opinion and desire to include you, even when it’s not entirely nessesary.

4) Getting flustered. I know this one sounds pretty common place but I think it’s a really good indicator. In my experience INTJ’s aren’t usually good at communicating in the beginning of a friendship. It’s stressed and a bit awkward. After time however, once they’ve become your close friend they usually won’t shut up. They’ll share every fascinating thing that you never needed to know. When that close friendship alters a bit towards the romantic though, I’ve noticed INTJ’s get flustered. Their natural “oomph” dwindles out in some places and is instead replaced with little eye contact and lots of hand gestures! ;) Not always, especially if you were prior friends, but occasionally.

5) Touch. I don’t know about other INTJ’s but I’m extremely adverse to touch, UNLESS it’s someone I trust and care about. Because you two are close friends already, it might be hard to tell whether it’s platonic or more. Like with any of the above things, I think it’s not so much of ‘if’ she does it, as much as ‘how often’ and ‘who initiated’

I hope this helps a little. I wish you two the best of luck! ;) I’m so glad you have someone you can trust. That alone is a huge gift.



hi folks! this is officially my intro post for archie ( guess who finally got the hold of a laptop !! ) my name is maya, i am 19 years old and i go by her/she pronouns! i’m so so so excited to rp with you all you have no idea. under the cut i will put a little bit of information about archie but since he’s canon, there’s not really much i have to say… don’t ever hesitate to msg me if u wanna plot or just chat !! k lets do this bubs !

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Saw a dad giving his daughter advice to go to a women’s college so she’d become a “proper feminine young lady” and the flashbacks I had made me cackle so hard I thought I broke a rib

as someone who went to women’s college for a bit, women’s college is where you go to became a radical feminist fighter who will literally never put up with patriarchal bullshit ✌️

Why men think women in mass will organize to just hold on to antiquated feminine standards mostly perpetuated by men will never cease to anger me. Hell, even organizations run by nuns have been cited as hotbeds of lesbian relationships and intense feminist thoughts


so please go my sisters, go to women’s college, learn how to destroy all men in your life with a better education than they could ever dream of

i was playing mercy today, and the soldier:76 on my team kept putting his spray overtop of mine. i gave up with salt in my little healer soul. cut to about two minutes later when he’s at critical health and im staring him down with my pistol out. i put my spray down and switch to my caduceus staff. still dont heal him. he looks at my spray, looks at me, puts his spray next to mine instead of of top. i heal him, emote, and thank him before moving on.

playing the healer turns you into a vengeful, powerful god. you hold their lives in your hands and if they do not respect you, you leave them for the fucking wolves.

People often ask me how you put a stop to your own agony…. How you fall out of love with someone you cannot be with…
The answer is it’s not something that you do - it’s something that happens to you when you realise that what you’re holding to isn’t real.
For me - it was the way I felt about him; that was what I couldn’t let go of.
I’d accepted that the memories were here to stay - but it was the feelings that I couldn’t move on from.
It felt wrong to move on because he’d made me so happy….. and I didn’t want to let that go.
Until I realised …. he wasn’t making me happy anymore - he was killing me.
Not all at once. Not with cruelty or with malice….. but with his absence.
Every day I continued to love him was another slow agonising death.
Slowly, I began to realise that the happiness I’d been so desperate to hold onto was already long gone and that all I was doing was holding onto pain that I didn’t deserve.
…. And that was when I started to fall out of love.
—  Ranata Suzuki | Falling out of love

this is definitely my favorite photo of all time. so when i went up to them i was telling misha what i wanted to do in our picture & i realized jensen wasn’t listening because he was doubled over laughing which was absolutely amazing to witness jensen ackles laugh that hard right in front of me & i grabbed his arm & said “are you okay?” & he said “yeah i’m good” so then i started explaining the pose & i said i wanted to interlock fingers so jensen puts his hand up in front of me & naturally i grabbed it & then realized that i was just awkwardly holding his hand & staring at it so i let go & showed misha what to do & then everyone in the room just went “AWWWW” & i felt like crying then when i turned to say thank you jensen ackles winked at me. best day of my life.

feel free to crop me just give me credit!!

where do i put the memories i had with you?
the way your cheek felt on my cheek
the first time we kissed in your car
and the last time i never knew would be
do i swallow them? hide them under my bed for safekeeping?
do i throw them out? pretend they never existed?
do i run away like you did?
where do i put the babys and the cold nights
where the only thing that kept me warm was your heartbeat?
do i put them in my car and send them away on automatic
or do i keep remembering them
keep letting them haunt me
keep thinking of your voice and how it sounded
the moments it was so comforting?
can i hold onto these moments without breaking
or do i keep breaking until i’m in pieces so small
i barely recognize myself?
can i just leave it in the past? i’m trying to
but i don’t know what will make me ever forget you
—  how did you leave so easily?

pidge and keith headcanons

  • pidge is lucy and keith is charlie brown
  • keith whenever he hears a weird sound: mothman pidge: i knew he’d show
  • keith always gets her peanut preferences mixed up and thinks she likes peanuts but hates peanut butter flavored foods and pidge doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
  • pidge, with tears in her eyes and a mouthful of peanuts: i love them…they’re my favorite legumes
  • even though keith isn’t that short he is still technically the second tiniest and pidge holds this fact near and dear to her
  • pidge, sleepily walking into the kitchen: give me a boost [keith pops her up too hard and sends her flying through the ceiling] keith: shit
  • they hang out in pidge’s room and when they do they put signs on the door that say “don’t enter” and “cryptids only” 
  • when they hang out they turn out the lights and tell each other creepy stories
  • keith will get hungry randomly while they’re on missions and pidge just pulls out like three granola bars lance whispering to hunk: how did she get those
  • neither of them sleep enough so they see each other walking half dead through the ship at like 4:28 AM and they’re just like [waves weakly] hey
  • they’re both level 6000 roast masters so they insult each other all the time and shiro will be like “hey, hey enough of that” and they’re like “what? no we love each other”
  • they both are sarcastic so often that sometimes they talk to each other and they just “was that a joke” “fuck i’m not sure” “me neither”
  • keith: mumbles everyone: what pidge: god use your ears guys. he said he thinks the galra are going after the most densely populated planets first
  • [the crew goes to the beach] pidge to keith: pass me the sunscreen, scully
  • keith and pidge when any of the other paladins do anything annoying: men
  • keith: what is “truffle butter”? pidge: absolutely not
  • keith has a crush on zak bagans and pidge makes jokes every chance she gets
  • pidge: hurry up keith zak is waiting for you keith: SHUT- lance: who is “zak”… is he taller than me?
  • they’re both just. garbage goblins. there’s wrappers everywhere.
  • pidge drinks too much coffee and is all jittery and keith is the one who finally takes the mug out of her hands and is just like “that’s enough”
  • keith always gets minor cuts and scrapes when he trains alone and pidge and him have a routine where pidge kinda just bandages and disinfects the cuts and while she does that they gossip with each other
  • [pidge rubbing her hands together like a fly] 
  • pidge: that’s morally wrong you know keith: yeah pidge: let’s do it
  • shiro: you two cannot just go around asking random alien bystanders if they’ve seen the chupacabra. that is so unprofessional. 
  • pidge: were you listening to evanescence again keith, with tears in his eyes: no… pidge: give me the other earbud
  • pidge can rap the entire nicki minaj verse in monster and keith is just there in the back hyping her up
  • pidge capitalizes off the fact that lance doesn’t know who zak bagans is and is constantly making comments that imply that keith is romantically involved with him and lance keeps getting so mad and jealous and hunk is just laughing in the corner
  • keith finds pidge asleep in like, empty cupboards all the time and just. sighs and pulls her out and puts her in her bed
  • keith’s repeats the ghost adventures intro all the time bc echolalia and pidge is just like..there he is…my sweet son
So yeah maybe I ran out of questions but you ran out of answers.
where the fuck were you when i was half drowned in a bottle of whiskey just asking for a text back?
where the fuck were you when life crawled under my skin and tore itself out from the inside?
where the fuck were you when I was going through it last November and you said looking at pain this close made you uncomfortable?
where do you get off with telling me I shouldn’t talk to him and that he’s bad and he only cares about one thing when the only goddamn time you were interested in me is when my clothes were off and yours were too
look at this game we played because it never was that to me but you only just now put your cards down so you could hold her fucking hand and
i can’t be mad about it I can’t feel it in my chest like a jolt of electricity i can’t beg for you to come back when you were never even here so
maybe i ran out of questions
but only when you stopped fucking answering them.
—  so block me again we’re not even friends– lily rain
Lesson 5: Graveyards in Witchcraft- Basics!

By: Mama Bones

Live class date and time: 1/5/2017 at 7:00pm CST

A.) Legalities: I will mention some things that I do very briefly in my personal graveyard. It is an older one that borders my 3 acre property directly and is not regularly maintained. This allows to me to fudge some rules. HOWEVER- working as a paralegal for over a decade, let me lay some groundwork legality clauses for the general witch:
         1.) Do not enter after dark. It is illegal in most states.
         2.) Do not take dirt directly from atop a grave.
         3.) Do not bring bottles of liquor into the cemetery, or glass jars to put you dirt in.
         4.) Do not light more than a tea candle and always hold the tea candle yourself (do not set on ground)
         5.) It’s best to not disclosure your craft to anyone asking what you’re doing. Just say you’re visiting (and wanted to honor your relative’s memory if a candle is lit)

           6.) ALWAYS do as an employee/pastor/policeman asks. Even if it may be technically legal and they’re just uncomfortable, it’s better to de-escalate the situation and leave. You can either come back at a different time or find a different graveyard.
           7.) Bring flowers to appear more normal! They also make great offerings!
           8.) Do not remove ANYTHING from a grave site. Ever.
           9.) Do not leave offerings of stones. It is offensive (i.e. personal) in some religions. Note: In regards to leaving stones on graves/headstones: It is a Jewish practice for remembrance and respect, but my personal research has not found any sources of it being disrespectful for gentiles/non-Jews to also do so. If you find a credible source to the contrary- please let us know! Otherwise, it is fine to leave small stones as offerings.

B.) Offerings: these should always be something subtle. I never bring in an actual bottle/glass of the liquor offerings. I usually soak a small bit of cotton or leaf/herb mixture in it and use that. For honey, I’m a huge fan of those individual packets you can get at restaurants (even though they aren’t perfectly local and organic, they are more transportable and less legality issues- just please dispose of the plastic trash after use properly)
           Offering examples: tobacco, juice, silver coins, honey, liquor, fruit, flowers, herbs, incense (I like to use pomegranate based juice/liquor/fruit due to it’s ties to the Underworld)

C.) Basic communing with the dead ritual/introducing yourself to a new graveyard
           -example ritual: []

                                   -I do NOT recommend bringing a shovel or spade. Period. I don’t even do this with my own graveyard, it is a dangerous offense to be caught with.
                                   -It would be best to wear shoes that are easy to take off, and do the ritual without digging (if you don’t like the idea of bare feet in a graveyard, wear thin socks you don’t mind getting dirty). The spirits will understand you don’t want to be put in jail.
                                   -I do NOT recommend inhaling the herbs listed as wormwood and mugwort both contain Thujone, which can cause a LOT of issues if too much is ingested/smoked. An sachet of these is fine. You can gently smell the sachet bundle when focusing on the spirit connection. Please be aware of your own medical conditions as well (i.e. allergies/pregnancies/disorders)

                                   -Oils I recommend that are safe to place on your eyelids and would have positive connotations with the dead: olive, pomegranate, coconut, almond, hemp seed (these are all technically “carrier oils” and if you want to add a dash of an essential oil that increases psychic/perception, you can- just spot check it before you put it on the eyelid. Also, just a dab on each eyelid is fine. No need to stick your eyelashes together.

D.) Graveyard dirt. What the hell is it? Simply put, it’s dirt collected from a graveyard. It is NOT a euphemism for other herbs. Also, when it comes to “Goofer dust”, that is a NOT interchangeable with graveyard dirt, though graveyard dirt is a component of the mixture. Please keep in mind Goofer dust is a traditional Hoodoo mixture, and not something I recommend trying to use or replicate without stepping into appropriation territory (THANKS “SUPERNATURAL”). However, graveyard dirt is not.

-Magical uses: Protection, barriers/wards (around property especially!), cursing/hexes, banishing, certain types of healing, divination, spirit-work



                       1.) General graveyard dirt: from anywhere inside the graveyard grounds. This is what I recommend for beginners or people who don’t have a lot of spirit work experience. Still leave an offering, explain your purpose, and be respectful even if you’re just snagging a couple spoonfuls from under a tree.

                       2.) Grave dirt: dirt from a specific grave. Do not do this with recent graves unless it is someone you knew/a relative. It’s best to do this with older/semi-abandoned graves (pre 1900s are great). Ask permission first (this is where spirit work experience comes in, it’s best to get some sort of positive response in the method you are familiar with before removing), leave an offering, and again be respectful.

                       3.) Grave dust: The “leavings”/debris from atop the gravestone itself. This is actually the easiest to collect without looking suspicious. Just gently sweep it off into your hand and discreetly put it in the bag/vessel you brought. It’s a common ingredient in Underworld/Death/Necro workings. Also can be thought of as an extra potent version of graveyard dirt in regards to magical correspondences. Still leave an offering, ask permission, and explain yourself beforehand.


E.) Homework: Go to a graveyard/cemetery and walk around quietly. Let yourself soak in the energy and see if you’re drawn to any gravestones. Take pictures of the one(s) that you’re drawn to! Share them on the server (or on your blog and tag us!)
           Extra credit: Research the person listed on the grave and see if you can figure out a reason you might have been drawn to them!

Switch purchase? Switch jobs.

Back in 1983 my high school library was a bit of a joke. It seems we never had more than 2 copies of any book the county put on its required list. What this meant was that everyone was frantically trying to get the same books to complete papers with. Before I could drive this meant getting my poor mom to drive me to every library in the area.

One day our library started asking for volunteers to do a fundraiser to get more materials and namely more copies of the required books. Some of us jumped on board and sold everything from donuts to coupons. We would also hold bake sales, car washes, and etc. We were elated when at the end of the drive we had far exceeded the goals.

We were all promised that we would have our dreams realized over the summer. The school year starts up and we are giddy to see the new books. Imagine our dismay when we get into the library and find that most of the books are gone. Bare shelves glared at us as we went along the rows. Thats when we noticed that the holy grail of the library was also missing - the card catalog file. In its place was two computer terminals - mind you not computers.

We went to the front desk and asked the librarian what was going on. She had decided to get a fancy computer system ‘to make her job easier and cut down on theft’. We were stunned because we did not have a theft problem. Certainly some books would get lost or damaged but not very many. The books were mostly missing because they had been sent to a company to 'have security embedded in them’. The worst part is the librarian overspent and therefore, you guessed it, was not able to purchase more books.

We felt the shame of being used, lied to, and screwed over. It was at this point that we knew revenge was in order. It took myself and a couple of my fellow computer nerds 15 min to figure out what they had done to the books. The security tag was a RF tag (like at stores) on the card pocket of the book. The new cards themselves had metal foil in their center. Without this foil the tag would receive energy from the newly installed gates at the library door and set off an alarm.

I decided to test our knowledge. I grabbed a reference book, threw a gum wrapper in the pocket, shoved it in my bag, and hit the door. I passed out the door without a peep from the gates. After that day we threw our plan into action. We would steal as many books as we could and hide them in any location we could find.

At first we used storage rooms by boxing them up and soon ran out of space. We then started using empty lockers and even putting them in the ceiling on top of divider walls. By the end of the year the librarian was getting frantic. She could not balance her inventory with the new computer system and she was being called out on it thanks to our many complaints. Another genius move was to have then boxes labeled as other textbooks and sent to the warehouse over the summer. This was easy to do since WE were the volunteers that wrote a program to do it and would print the labels.

The librarian ended up losing her job and being investigated for fraud since there seemed to be some missing funds as well. Over the summer the county finally spent the money to fill our book request due to the uproar. It was not until a week before the start of school that they started discovering library books in the extra boxes several teachers received.

This was just the beginning of us getting revenge on some of the teachers. In the end we got our revenge and the original items we worked so hard to get.

Extra: the books never left county property. We boxed most up and sent them to the warehouse. They came back next year.

Also the company finished the other books they had and sent them back midway through the year. This worked to our advantage because the librarian could not see how many were gone until they placed all the secured books on the shelf from the final shipment.

omg you know how when it’s busy in the mall and everyone is forced to walk in single file lines behind one another to get places? today I was in Macy’s trying to leave, and I was in a single file line going out. On the other side of me are families in a single file line coming in. And a tiny smiling baby was holding his mommy’s hand and as he walked by he had his tiny hand up to high five everyone who passed him in a line. You know how in sports you do the high five line at the end of the game? He was doing that!! and no one was noticing but I put my arm forward so he could high five it and he did and he smiled at me and it was sooooo cute, I felt his tiny baby little hand and he smiled with his few teeth!!!!!

You Really Got a Hold On Me

Originally posted by hardyness

Request: “ Can you do one where the reader is kylo’s girlfriend or wife or something is a teacher to the children on base but she has KYLIE wrapped around her finger and he does anything she says and stuff like that. Just fluff I guess”

Summary: Kylo, who is put into an arranged marriage by his consent to the princess of an overthrown planet, finds himself slowly having a change of heart. Though he is still the brooding and fear striking Commander of the First Order, he finds that over a span of time he has somehow grown a soft spot.

A/N: Ok, not gonna lie, fluff is actually really hard for me to write haha, it’s just not entirely my thing. That being said, in terms of Kylo Ren the true character, this is pretty floofy for him. It’s also kinda inspired by some floof @primma-dona sent me when I was feeling down, so thanks for that! Hope you enjoy!

With forceful and heavy thuds echoing through the air, Kylo marched his way through the various halls of the brand new First Order base. His broad shoulders were held stiff and high as they faintly shifted with every step he took, his fists clenched at his sides. The entirety of his appearance exuded his growing impatience with this day as well as his unquestioned physical strength. Though most days his robes concealed his physique, his brooding posture and walk did him justice.

Despite their growing recovery from the destruction of Starkiller, the First Order still had days as scrambled as this, still had to deal with the Resistance just as they had before. No matter how much territory they gained or alliances they formed, the Resistance never seemed to diminish in the slightest. 

The stress was high on this particular afternoon, given the renewed efforts of the Resistance to tamper with the Order’s newest location. Given just how advanced the base was in terms of innovation, it was more than a saught after target. Much like today, Kylo was pulled from his preferred tasks in order to deal with yet another prisoner, hoping something would be divulged to his advantage. 

Stopping before one of the many cell blast doors, Kylo huffed out a deep breath as he turned to the two troopers standing guard. Both troopers bow their heads faintly as they keep their hands on their blasters.


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litnerdhood  asked:

Oh man ur alfred+jason hc fucking kills me LIKE YES PLS ALFRED TEACHING JASON TO COOK BC JASON ASKED HIM (bc maybe if he's not good enough bruce is gonna kick him out and he can at least learn smth from alfred if he needs to go back to the streets)

“I can cook a little.”

“I’m sure, sir.”

“I just don’t know how to do all the…all the fancy stuff, y'know?”

“Potatoes are not very hard, once you get used to them.”

“Yeah, I just got stuff from a box. I’ve never peeled–hold on.”

“Please do not cut off your thumb, sir.”

“I’ll be all right, Alf.”

“Even so, I would prefer not to have to explain to Master Bruce that his child put in my custody has lost a thumb.”

“They call me 9-Fingered Giuseppe.”

Alfred shoots him a look, but cannot hide a smile when Jason snorts.

Moments pass while they peel, the only sounds from the kitchen being the plunk of potato skin in the sink.

“…Does he really–y'know…” Jason lowers his eyes. His eyelashes are dark against his skin. “Never mind,” he mutters, heat dusting his cheeks.

Alfred looks down at the messy head. “Yes,” he replies after a moment.



He does see you as his son, goes unsaid.

Jason smiles slightly, then yelps. “Ouch!”

“I warned you, Master Jason. Put it under the water and then put your hand above your head.”

Jason groans but follows instructions, holding his bleeding thumb above his head. Alfred goes to get a medkit and returns. There is a slight argument over hydrogen peroxide, but Jason’s thumb is bandaged soon enough.

“Can I still help?”


“MAY I still help? I can peel with my other hand.”

“I could use the help with Thanksgiving this year. You may take the time to practice.”

“Thanksgiving? As in Thanksgiving Thanksgiving?”

“That would be the one, sir.”

“With a proper turkey and everything?”

“Yes, Master Jason.”

“That’s nuts! Just like TV! And I get to help?”


“This is crazy! I’ve never even–yowch!”

“Perhaps now would be a good time to take a break, sir.”


inspired by you ^.^

friend: hey u seem a bit out of it, is there something on ur mind?

mind: Ooh ooh I’m just tryna get you in the mood Ooh ooh baby just show me what it do Now blow it like a flute ooh oohOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh Show me what it do ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I’m just out here with my crew Matter fact the troupe Tryna get the loot Swerving on you fools Never hitting snooze Yea I act fool Got an attitude But I get excused Everywhere I go they yelling Lu I tell em move move Got somewhere to go I’m making moves I been cooking up a stew Tell ur girl come thru Better get a hold or I'mma make that flower bloom ooh Oo yea She wanna ride she wanna fly so I say where Come inside I’ll change your life better prepare Put in work in like the Renaissance Bend that body like a gymnast She ask me what I want Blow it like a flute ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Show me what it do ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Didn’t Y'all get the news This been overdue Left a while ago and set up shop on the moon On the moon Ya the deer be everywhere Everybody scared Run n say ur prayers I'mma make it clear This ain’t for no goons like You ooh Come at me I’ll press u like some juice And I’m fresher than some Kools Smoke u with that ooz Watch how ur girl drool When I pull up in that coupe Oo yea She wanna ride she wanna fly so I say where Come inside I’ll change your life better prepare Put in work in like the Renaissance Bend that body like a gymnast She ask me what I want She wanna ride she wanna fly fly fly fly fly She wanna ride she wanna fly fly fly fly fly She wanna ride she wanna fly fly fly fly fly She wanna ride she wanna fly fly fly Fly fly fly Blow it like a flute ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Blow it like a flute ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh