Eat the damn chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles, tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you’re still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. Get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn’t usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. So at the end of the day, you’ll have no regrets, no sorrows, no disappointments.


today jessie and i went to the hair salon in downtown LA where we drank freemimosas and i got my hair cut and then we drove home as the sun was going down and listening to tame impala in the car and then we came home and threw a mini party for nate and we ate chocolate cake for dinner all of us crowded around the table in our tiny apartment laughing and being dumb and eating cake that nina made

i was sitting at the table with my friends and i looked at everyone and i ran my fingers through my shorter hair and i just realized that there is a lot of love in my life and i am

extremely grateful for that

i feel a lot younger today. younger and happier and good.

Octoling # 333′s Recon Report

“700 Hours: Found this house. Owner appears to have a lot of money. And issues.”

“Also found a cake. Eating it for research purposes.”

“710 Hours: Found a… mitten?”

“725 Hours: Fell into a trap. Screamed for several minutes until I realized I wasn’t getting splatted. Dug my way out. Cursed profusely.”

“740 Hours: Met a native. Decided not to terminate, as she seemed oblivious to my mission’s purpose.”

“757 Hours: Found a walled hole filled with currency. Decided not to attempt retrieval of said currency as there was also four feet of water in the bottom.”

“804 Hours: Met with the spy. A native was caught eavesdropping. Native was neutralized behind Club LOL following an uneventful capture.”

“813 Hours: Acquired a shirt from the deceased native’s belongings. Tried it on for research. Conclusion: It looks better on me.”

“819 Hours: Thought I heard someone coming. Camoflauged until concluding it was a false alarm.”

“Conclusion: More reconnaissance needed. Also needed, acquisition of that cake recipe.” 

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you still draw exo / if you are still " into them " ?

I keep up with them, as in listen/watch stuff that comes out, know the basic news, keep tabs on do kyungsoo’s muscles that are growing like he had some eat me cake during filming LMR. When it comes to drawing, the only thing I drew of them recently was several sketchbook pages of dance moves, bc I figured it will be nice in motion anatomy practice. Not sure it looks nice enough to post tho. In general lately I don’t find drawing real people that interesting, because in that case you have direct reference for the face and body and yeh, I need to push myself a bit more that that. I still have some queen of hearts kai basic sketches/thumbnails, but I got a bit stuck with it, just didn’t feel it at that point you know.

So point is: I don’t think I will ever draw traditional portraits of them as I used to unless it’s a commission or a giveaway win. But I can see myself fitting them in fantasy/sci-fi/whatever aus and designing outfits for them like if they were in a  game or whatever.

Best Gift Ever

“Haaaaaaaaapy birthdaaaaaaaay to yooooooou!” Alfie clapped excitedly as everyone finished singing to him.

“Blow out the candle!” Dean reminded. Alfie bent over the Batman cake to blow at the three candles. Dean grinned up at Cas, who was recording everything with his phone. The omega chuckled when Dean had to lean over to help Alfie.

“Did you make a wish?” Anna asked when Alfie stood back up.

“Wish?” He asked, his tone confused.

“Yeah, you ask for something you want to happen.” She explained, and Alfie grinned.

“More toys!” He cried excitedly, and all the adults chuckled.

“In a second, buddy, "Dean assured. "Let’s eat the cake first.”

They passed the out the cake, and the toddlers, of course, got more on their faces and clothes than in their tummies.

Gabe sighed dramatically. “At least the adults appreciate my work.”

Sam chuckled from beside him and nodded, “Yeah, man. This is super delicious. Good job!”

Gabriel had to hide his proud grin, silently basking in the praise.


Alfie and the other toddlers ran around the back yard, playing with Alfie’s new toys while Anna and Sam chased after them to make sure that no one got hurt. Dean and Cas sat on the patio, watching the commotion and talking to some of the other parents.

“So, he’s old enough to attend preschool now.” Hael observed, and Cas nodded.

“Yes. We’ve already got him signed up to start next Monday. Which, not having to find babysitters will be nice,” He explained, but there was a note of sadness in his voice. Andrea smiled empathetically.

“Yeah, I was kind of sad when Inaias had to go.” Hael admitted, smiling fondly at her own son who was playing with Alfie.

“Kind of?” Gad echoed incredulously. “She cried every morning for a week straight.”

“Oh, shush!” Hael smacked him on the arm. Dean chuckled.

“Don’t worry if you have to cry, Babe,” Dean assured Cas. “I’ll probably be right there with you.” Cas squeezed his hand.

“Oh, that’s so sweet, brother! You just let it all out.” Benny teased, and Dean grinned.

“There’ll be a single manly tear, right here.” Dean pointed at his cheek.


That next Monday, when they dropped Alfie off at daycare on their way to work, Cas did tear up a little bit.

“I’m being silly.” He said as Dean pulled back out into traffic. “I mean, he already loves it. Did you see the way he just ran off to play with Inaias and Kevin? Didn’t even say goodbye.”

Dean smiled. “Yeah, and the teacher Charlie seems nice, too. She’ll take good care of him,” He assured his mate. “It’s part of growing up, Babe.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it easier.” Cas sighed. They fell into comfortable silence as Dean drove toward Mary’s pediatrics office where Cas worked.

“I miss having a baby.” Cas suddenly admitted. Dean froze, unsure of where this conversation was going.


“When do you want to start having kids?” Cas asked, and Dean shrugged.

“Honestly, babe, you know I want a big family. I just…” He hesitated.

“What?” Cas asked, and Dean grimaced.

“Is this because you actually want to start trying for kids or because you’re feeling nostalgic about Alfie?” He hurried on to explain. “I mean, I’m not saying that there can’t be a little bit of both, but I don’t want us to rush into anything before we’re ready.”

Cas considered what he said. “I don’t know. I mean, I know that I want to have kids with you, but…” He trailed off, unsure of how to label his hesitation.

“How about this; we give it three months. By then, the emotional upheaval will have passed, and we can decide if we’re really ready for more pups,” Dean suggested. “And if the answer’s yes, you can make an appointment with Balthazar to stop the suppressants.”

Cas thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “That sounds fair.”

“Good.” Dean pulled into the parking lot behind Mary’s office and put the car into park. He leaned across the center console, “Now, give me a kiss.”

Cas smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“Love you too, Cas.” Dean murmured against his mouth. Cas got out of the car as Dean reminded him, “I’ll pick you up for lunch. We’ll go to Applebee’s.” Cas nodded and blew him another kiss before shutting the car door and heading inside.


The three months flew by. Between work and Alfie and Dean, Cas was busier than he could have imagined, but the thought remained at the back of his mind. It was the week before Thanksgiving when Cas rolled over to face Dean one morning and whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

Dean didn’t have to ask what he meant. His grin nearly split his face as he whispered back, “Well then, we better start practicing.”


Cas’s first heat hit almost immediately after they ended the suppressants. Dean had the enviable job of calling Cas’s boss to tell her that Cas wouldn’t be in for a few days.

“Oh! Well, that came on quickly!” Mary said. “Tell Cas to not worry about it; I’ll just call in Hannah.” She assured him, and Dean rolled his eyes. Yeah, cause Cas was really going to be concerned about work.

A mischievous note entered Mary’s voice as she teased, “Now, you take good care of that omega of yours.”

“Geez, mom. Embarrassing much?” Dean groaned.

“Oh, you know I’m just teasing! Have you figured out what to do with Alfie?”

“Yeah, Anna came by to get him a few minutes ago.” Dean explained.

Right then, Cas called from the bedroom with a wrecked voice, “Alpha, please!” And wow, yeah, Dean should not be on the phone with his mom when Cas’s scent was doing such horribly wonderful things to his crotch.

“Uh, gotta go.” Dean said and hung up as he practically ran back up the stairs toward their room.


They all woke up early on Christmas morning. Well, that wasn’t the plan, but Alfie ran in and jumped on their bed until they woke up.

“Are you sure we can’t put him back in the crib?” Dean grumbled.

“No, he’s getting too big for it.” Cas replied as he forced himself to sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes. Dean sat up as well and frowned at Alfie.

“Do you know what happens to pups who wake papa and daddy up early?” He asked. Alfie shook his head, eyes wide. A slow grin spread across Dean’s face. “They get attacked by the tickle monster!” He cried as he pulled Alfie toward him and started tickling his stomach and sides. Alfie squealed and giggled as he tried to wriggle away.

Cas chuckled and threw the covers off of him. “I’m not getting involved in this.”

“Oh, really?” Dean asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Dean…” Cas’s voice held a warning note, but Dean still reached across and pulled him in.

Several minutes later, when they finally made it out of bed, they moved down to the living room to open gifts. Alfie loved his new Avengers action figures and immediately waged them in an epic battle against each other while Dean and Cas opened their gifts. Dean had bought Cas a bumblebee tea pot and gardening tools he’d seen at Home Depot. Cas gave Dean some new parts for the car he was restoring.

“I checked with Bobby to make sure everything was right.” Cas explained, and Dean leaned across to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you. This’ll save me so much time!”

“And there’s one other thing.” Cas hedged, smiling.

Dean glanced down at the tree to check for anything he might have missed, but Cas shook his head.

“It’s not down there” Cas explained at Dean’s confused expression. “It’s in here.” He pointed at his stomach. Dean froze as Cas’s words sunk in, and then his face lit up as his hands moved to touch Cas’s stomach reverently.

“Seriously?” He asked, his tone hopeful, his eyes bright and excited. Cas nodded, tears welling at the awe in Dean’s voice. Dean pulled him close and cupped his face, using his thumbs to wipe at the tears there. He kissed his omega gently and then leaned down to press a soft kiss against Cas’s flat stomach.

“Hi, baby. It’s your daddy.” He whispered. He smiled up at Cas, but kept his lips near the omega’s tummy. “You are definitely daddy’s best Christmas gift ever.”

..I decided to finish an old doodle that has been sitting in my folder like forever = w=‘’ Also, I’ve been thinking about omgeverse AU’s a lot lately. I even might write a fic soon too. Maybe.

Also, happy birthday, Nagisa~! Eat a lots of cake, spend your day (and also the night) with your boyfriend, and stay safe! Our precious little penguin~

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“What is wrong with her’ they think
As they smile at you expectantly,
They’re actually excited to hear
What you have to say,
But nothing comes out.
The cake has been served, and everyone
Is clutching their coffee cup. The red cups,
The ones that your aunt keeps
For special occasions only. Because today
Is special. You’re back and
Your family missed you and they want
To know how’s your life now, but you can’t
Give them what they want.
You can’t seat here,
Eat your piece of cake, drink your cup of coffee
And talk to them,
Because you know you haven’t done
Even half of the things that were there
For you to grab and take advantage of
And talking would be like
Admitting to yourself that yes,
You haven’t been doing great
And please don’t look at me
I tried my best but I couldn’t let go
I was scared and everything was huge
And no one ever walked by my side.
So you shrug noncommittally, feed them
a few half-hearted words that will
keep them at bay until the next time you visit
And the conversation moves on
To less complicated and pleasant matters.
And if you will your ears enough to stop
Listening, for a moment you can even pretend
You haven’t come back at all.

However, their questions are echoing
And in the blackness that is your mind
Their doubts have become your own.
What is wrong with you and why
Can’t you snap out of it.
How can you, though, when
You barely know who you are.
Most of the time, you don’t even feel like
A person. You can’t think of yourself  
As a whole human being,
As an individual with a solid identity
And characteristics
And virtues.
You’re just a cluttered heap of things
Hurriedly scattered on the floor,
Things that don’t match,
That don’t add up.
You’ve spent time planning answers,
So that when you meet someone new
And they ask you what you like,
What you believe in,
What your dreams are,
You already know what to say
And you won’t appear as
Disassembled and hurriedly put back
Together as you really feel.

And that bareness you see
When you look inside yourself
Searching and plotting your answers,
It terrifies you.
The grounds inside of you
Appear so barren and dry,
You’re not sure anything will ever
Be able to germinate from it.
And you seek comfort everywhere you can,
Wherever your sterile hands can reach.
The reassuring weight of a thick blanket,
That cartoon you’ve been watching
Since you were five,
That recipe you’ve seen
On your favourite baking show.
And once you’re done,
The kitchen smelling of rosemary
And the kitchen tools you’ve used
Drying next to the sink,
The word ‘boring’ flashes in front
Of your eyes and it scrapes your cheek,
Because no one your age should ever
Get that excited about baking
A loaf of bread
No matter how beautiful the plait looks,
No matter how good it tastes.

You know there are no right
Answers to your family’s –and yours
Questions as to why you’ve become
So distant,
So detached.
Many are the explanations,
Each one less likely than the next, but
One single thought is nagging
At the back of your mind,
Swallowing your sleepless nights whole
And always leaving the door ajar:
Your biggest disgrace is that you’re
Not letting it get better because
You have carved out a house for yourself
In your hushed sorrow and you’re not
Planning on vacating it
Anytime soon.

—  M.B, Barren Soul 

Gon only cries at consequences- I think. He doesn’t cry for just any childish reasons, but out of frustration/not getting his way.

This is of note for later, but feel free to add on. We see a lot of moments when folks cry in hxh (loss of a loved one or friend, tears from kindness, crying because one has to make a difficult choice) but I remember it sticking out to me that when Gon cried after he went nen bankrupt it was because he felt weak. He wants to have his cake and eat it too.

It prolly plays into the monster thing with Gon, but he seems to cry pretty selfishly. At least until the end of Chimera Ant. Those tears seem like “I fucked up big time” tears. Like the hammer fell super hard on his grief parade.