front tire

We took the car in for an oil change yesterday and now the front driver’s tire makes a *thwik, thwik, thwik, thwik* sound when it moves. It sounds like a baseball card in bicycle spokes. What the hell? Now I have to take it BACK to the dealer on Tuesday since we leave for vacation on Wednesday.

i just learned that gay heathers is a thing so of course i had to draw jd

the signs as suburban haunts

ARIES: flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood child’s birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere. 

TAURUS: chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.

GEMINI: the corpse of a cigarette that hasn’t touched a mouth in months, a dilapidated playground where lost souls come out to play, threadbare curtains ripped like the wings of a dissected bird, strange red-brown stains across the hotel bedsheets, a gate grown weary with new-forming foliage & age, whining erroneously whenever maneuvered. 

CANCER: an empty casket, coffee rim imprints across hardwood tables, an old, tattered shoe lying haphazardly on the side of the road, a junkyard littered with ancient cars still soggy with stories, a pick-up with a broken windshield, a cadillac with a massacred paint job, someone’s motorcycle with blood staining the front tire, an askew portrait with eyes that follow you around the room.

LEO: a carnival horse with one eye scratched out, a daycare centre that shut down years ago, plagued with the colorful ghosts of children’s drawings still tacked to the crumbling walls, a spiral staircase that seems to shift direction when nobody’s paying attention, crunched up beer cans rolling across an empty rooftop & lichen kissing the concrete. 

VIRGO: the supermarket, flickering & eerie at night like the shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, owls stirring in between the murmuring trees, a single upturned grave in a cemetery that isn’t supposed to be notorious for hauntings, an old fountain still glistening with pennies that are no longer considered currency, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red.

LIBRA: handprints imprinted onto fogged-up windows, red rooms crowded with developing photographs of people whose faces you recognize but cannot quite place, broken doll heads, a necklace that erupted into a sea of pearls, a deflated blow up kiddie pool collecting parched grass and critters, a busted arcade game & the laughter of people long gone still trapped inside the walls.

SCORPIO: books with grimacing yellow pages, someone attempting to sell you a cursed object on etsy, a leaky shower-head, a clock that’s stuck in time, a torn, unravelled couch sitting deserted in someone’s front lawn, candy stores that proclaim sales on expired sweets & ruddy patches of farmland. 

SAGITTARIUS: basements stacked with unwanted toys, a box of thin-mints, footsteps reverberating around the house when it’s 2 AM and you’re home alone, a burned down lemonade stand, that weird alien light in the third window of your neighbor’s house that never seems to get turned off, a certain rattling coming from the kitchen.

CAPRICORN: rain pummeling against damp ceilings, clothes ripped off the washing line, an empty aquarium, obscure little thrift stores that sell leather jackets from the eighties, gas station lights flirting with you from the distance, the alley where they say the vagabonds roam their night countries, sniffing up and dressing down and slitting the throats of angels.

AQUARIUS: those tiny coffee shops that fill you with nostalgia for places you’ll never visit, ‘JESUS LOVES YOU’ spray-painted across the sides of ramshackle buildings, an antique almirah scratched to high hell, a monster in the closet, the tunnel beneath the bridge that half the town believes is a gateway to hell, smoking up in trip mall parking lots. 

PISCES: halloween decor presented in shop windows a couple months early, visiting that lake where you heard that one kid drowned, the garage door slamming without cause or notice, storing fireflies in jars, drugstore makeup, birthday cake flavored oreos, a wheeled desk chair that seems to turn on its own when nobody’s in the office, a candle snuffed out on a windless evening.

does anyone else think about how fandoms are like cities?

you got your big, bustling ones that are really diverse and busy, maybe a little hard to navigate and full of crime, good areas and bad areas. the locals know the hot spots and how to get around

then the mid-range towns with big city attitudes even though they’re not big cities, a few local hubs of activity, the crazy dude ranting about stuff on the street corner who makes people uncomfortable

and then the small spot towns where everybody knows everybody, you can’t go out without seeing somebody you know, and there’s only one grocery store

Don’t Drop Him!

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Note: Alright so like this photo of Daveed makes me paranoid as hell because every time I see people holding small children in one hand I worry they will drop them. @daveeddiggsit and @imaginebeinghamiltrash this is what I was telling you about.

Warnings: nothing? 

Word Count:660

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat

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“Hey babe look one hand!” Daveed says, holding Lin and Vanessa’s son Sebastian out towards you only on one hand. You quickly reach forward to grab Sebastian out of his grip and hold him close to your chest. 

“What are you doing? You could drop him!” You exclaim, pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s head, who clings onto you and yawns. 

Daveed chuckles as you look around for either of Sebastian’s parents. Everyone is scattered all around Lin and Vanessa’s apartment. They’d decided to throw a party for the cast celebrating an incredibly successful first month of performances of Hamilton on Broadway. 

“Relax babe, I wasn’t going to drop him” he laughs, following along as you make your way through the apartment to find Vanessa. 

“But you could have! You weren’t even holding on to him” You tell him as you finally spot Vanessa in the corner, deep in a conversation with Pippa. “Sorry to interrupt ladies but I think someone is ready for bed” You say as you approach. 

Vanessa smiles fondly at you as she reaches out to  carefully move Sebastian’s hair from in front of his eyes. 

“Tired sweetheart?” She asks. Sebastian simply nods, his little mouth turning into a pout as his clings onto you even tighter. 

“We can put him to bed if you like?” Daveed suggests, stepping forward to stand next to you. 

“Oh no I can’t ask you guys to do that” Vanessa says but Daveed is already is shaking his head. 

“It’s fine we really don’t mind, you enjoy the party we’ve got this” he says, carefully taking Sebastian from your arms and holding him carefully in his. 

“Thank you guys” She says as you and Daveed make your way through the apartment to Sebastian’s room. 

You watch with a fond smile as Sebastian reaches up to grab a fistful of Daveed’s curls, causing Daveed to chuckle softly. 

“You like my hair huh kid?” he asks, causing Sebastian to giggle 

“Uh huh!” he says, sleepily with a tired grin on his face. Daveed smiles, and doesn’t even try to pry his hand from his hair until he reaches the bedroom. 

“I promise you can play with my hair another time, but for now it’s time for bed” He says softly. 

Sebastian pouts but let’s go of Daveed’s hair as he leans down to tuck him into bed. You stand in the doorway, watching as you notice Daveed quietly humming what sounds like Dear Theodosia as he tucks Sebastian in. 

“Night kid” He says, ruffling his hair before standing up to his full height. 

“Goodnight honey” you add softly as Daveed crosses the room to join you in the doorway. 

You hear Sebastian mumble something that sounds like goodnight as you and Daveed make your way out of the room closing the door softly behind you. 

“You never told me you’re good with kids” you point out as you both move slowly away from the door. He shrugs as he takes your hand in his and you make your way back towards the party.

“I wouldn’t really call it being good with kids… I just smile and nod a lot. They seem to like it” He explains. 

“Were you humming Dear Theodosia to him?” You ask. With a shy smile he nods, running a hand over his hair. 

“I think Lin mentioned something about Vanessa singing it to him before bed so I figured he’d like it” he explains. 

“You are going to be an excellent father one day” You point out with a grin. 

“Is that your way of telling me you’re pregnant?” He asks jokingly, chuckling softly

With a sly grin you wink at him before dropping your grip on his hand before making heading towards the kitchen and he stops in his tracks. 

“Wait Y/N, are you pregnant?!” he practically yells after you. You don’t stop to answer, instead you smirk as you join Jasmine and Anthony in the kitchen. 

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Summary: The reader is stranded on the side of the road and Jensen comes to the rescue.

Prompt: “Why aren’t you nervous around me?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,246

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed


“Son of a fuck!” You half growl, half whine shooting daggers at the flat tire in front of you.

This is just perfect. This is what you get for finally taking a week off from work. Being a successful, in demand actress isn’t always the best thing for your health. The stress alone could kill you.

So you figured visiting your parents in your hometown would be a good break. You foolishly borrowed your brother’s car to do some errands. He’s never been one to take care of things. Case and point. His car fucking sucks.

Your plans have obviously been changed and now you’re stranded on the side of the road. Cursing at yourself for even leaving the house, you start pacing around the car like a mad woman.

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Captain's Vigilante (1/?)

Word Count: 3700ish

Warnings: amateur author, first attempt at fan fiction, really really wordy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major to threat and has to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

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i love early mornings in my home. the slow stretches and the sleepy, one-eye-open walk to the coffee maker in the kitchen. grabbing my favorite mug with the sailboat on it (the one that belonged to my papa jack) and filling it to the very top before making my way back to my bed. my pup is just waking up and stretches out before curling right back up next to me once i climb back into bed. i grab my bible + prayer journal to pray for those i love and ask what the Lord would like me to do that day, and take time to delight in the fact that i am given the opportunity to love + serve those around me in His name. after prayer, i head back to the coffee maker, refill my mug, and play fetch (his very favorite thing) with my pup out in the front yard. once he’s tired out, we head back inside and i get ready for the day. after i’m done, i refill my coffee mug, grab my pup’s leash, and we head out the door for a walk through the neighborhood before i leave for work. as much as i love spontaneity and doing things differently, sometimes a simple routine filled with things you love can really just fill your heart right up.

dooble for day 3 of @dirkweek. floating… hogwarts… au… thing?? idk my son being happy makes me happy



woW tumblr messed up the quality. click for a not blurry version?

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To the Park Chanyeol who usually holds in his tears. To the Park Chanyeol that is labeled ‘happy virus’ and 'teeth rich’ for his ever bright and smiling face. To the Park Chanyeol who works so hard for the people around him. To the Park Chanyeol whose name gets slandered, who gets hate and criticism and only apologizes and promises to work harder. To the extremely talented Park Chanyeol who deserves the world: It’s okay to cry sometimes, because we will always have your back and we will always love you. I hope you know that.

anonymous asked:

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stony please and not too angsty hehe. THANKS!

Okay, this is super late nonnie, but thank you so much for the prompt <3 This is my first time writing for Steve/Tony, hope you like it and it’s not too angsty for you!

This is also for @captainstarkreportingforduty​ as a late birthday present, thank you for being awesome and for being the most amazing friend :DD

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“You’re gonna have to talk to him sooner or later, you know?”

Steve acknowledged Natasha’s entrance with a nod before looking down at his sketchbook. He always liked to draw whenever he was upset and today was no exception, except this time the subject of this particular sketch was also the reason for his bad mood, and that didn’t help at all.

“He’s just gonna take what I say the wrong way and we’ll end up fighting again.” Nat approached the couch, nudging Steve aside to make space for herself.

“Well, considering you accused him of a reckless adrenaline junkie, I’m not sure how else you wanted him to take that. Rhodey says he’s been in the workshop for two days.”

Steve sighed and buried his face in his hands, fighting back the urge to march down to Tony’s workshop and check on him. Two days wasn’t even close to the longest amount of time he’d spent absorbed in a project, but he usually had Steve or Rhodey to remind him that food was something he needed every few hours or so to function properly, and he always asked JARVIS to lock them out whenever he was in a mood.

“I know! I just- you know I didn’t mean it like that, Nat.” she smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t Steve, but Tony can’t see that. When you yell at him for being stupid and reckless enough to take a shot for you, it’s because of you love him, and you can’t stand to see him hurt, especially for you.”

Steve blushed, opening his mouth to issue an immediate denial, when Nat laughed, shooting a knowing look in his direction. “Don’t even bother Rogers, every single person on this team knows you think the sun sets and rises on Tony’s shoulders. In fact, I’m pretty sure you spend most of your time doodling “Steve loves Tony” in your sketchbook when you’re not drawing him in the workshop for the millionth time.” She paused. “Well, I’m not sure Tony knows. Although how that’s possible I have absolutely no clue, considering you moon after him even more than he does for you, and the boy’s got it bad.”

“He doesn’t-I-” Steve shook his head, placing his sketchbook down on the table. “I fucked up Nat. He’s cares so much about everyone on this team and he tries so hard to help people because he still can’t see how much of a godamn hero he is, and then I go off and accuse him of risking people’s lives for his own enjoyment. I just - I can’t stand it whenever he throws himself in harm’s way for me, not when the serum can take it.” He swallowed. “Not when he’s the person I love the most in the entire world.”

“Wow. You finally said it. Steve Rogers everyone, finally back from his swim in the Nile.” He laughed, leaning backwards against the couch. “I knew, I just didn’t want to say it, because that would make it real. And if it’s real that means I have to tell him. I need him, Nat. I love him, but more than that I need him. I couldn’t live with wrecking our friendship over this.”

Natasha met his eyes with a considering look. “And how is this any better? Blowing up at him because you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel, pushing him away when you feel too much at the thought that he might get hurt? We’re Avengers, Steve, we stare death in the face on a pretty regular basis, and if you really love Tony, that’s something you’re going to have to accept. He wouldn’t be the man you love if he didn’t risk his life every day to save others, to save you. Don’t make your love a weakness, make a strength. Tell him.”

Steve let out a breath. “Well what the hell am I supposed to say, Nat?” “Tony, I’m so sorry I yelled at you for being reckless, the truth is the thought of you getting hurt in my place tears me up inside because I’m stupidly head over heels in love with you and have been for months?” He heard a loud clatter and looked up, only to find Tony staring at him, mouth open in astonishment, his porcelain coffee mug shattered in pieces across the floor.

“Steve-” Tony started to speak, but Steve was up in an instant, fleeing from the room in a dead run, his breath coming in short panicked breaths as his world compressed down to an overwhelming feeling of sick dread. Tony knew. It was all out in the open now – no more pretending that the sight of Tony half-asleep and incoherent in the mornings didn’t send his heart aflutter, no more biting down a flood of jealousy at the sight of Tony charming investors at a charity gala… Tony knew and it was all over now.

He turned the corner, finally reaching his room before slamming the door shut behind him. He sank to the floor, face in his hands. He always knew Tony never feel the same way about him, but the look of utter shock on his face when he heard Steve’s words was almost too much to bear, as if Tony had never even considered Steve as a romantic possibility.

Suddenly behind him he heard a frantic knock on the door. “Steve? Steve- it’s me.” It was Tony, his voice desperate. At the sound of his voice, Steve looked up. Oh god, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, now here was Tony was chasing after him, either to offer him comfort before having the “I just want to be friends talk”, or worse, to break off their friendship entirely. Steve cleared his throat, hoping against hope that his voice would remain steady. “Tony, I’m fine, I just – I just need to be alone for while. It’s fine.” It was absolutely, extremely not fine, but it’s not like Steve could open his eyes and suddenly wake up in an alternate universe where instead of being horrified at Steve’s confession, Tony returned his feelings so he didn’t really have any other options.

“No wait Steve you don’t understand! I-“ Steve sighed loudly. Why couldn’t Tony just make things easier for him? Confessing his feelings and being accidentally overhead was bad enough, now he had to put on a brave face about it. He stood up, his hand on the doorknob, when he heard Tony’s voice from the other side of the door “Steve, I’m- I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry I reacted badly, I just didn’t expect it, and I was thought you were still-“

His words were cut off by a loud bang as Steve threw the door open, and there was Tony standing in front of him, tired and like he did after he had spent days on a project in the workshop, but his eyes were bright, there was a small nervous smile on his face. He was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

“You love me?” his voice came out wobbly and disbelieving, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Tony grinned and nodded, moving closer into his space. “Yeah, I do.” He looked down before hesitantly tangling their fingers together, sending a curl of warmth through Steve’s stomach. And what you said about the thought of me being hurt because of you tearing you up inside? That’s how I feel whenever you get hurt, so I’m not gonna apologize for taking a hit for you when I can.”

Steve smiled, putting his arms around Tony and pulling him impossibly close. “And why is that?”

Tony laughed, beaming up at him. “Because I love you, jerk.”

So about the Dreamcar show

Y’all, so much happened. 

In bullet form for readability/it’s 1AM and I have work in the morning because I’m an adult.

Pre-show

I got there like 45 minutes after doors opened because my days of lining up mega early for shows are over.

  • That’s a lie
  • I just had to work til 5 and it was raining all day so I didn’t wanna sit outside anyway

So I walk into the venue, and??? It’s so empty??? Like what the fuck??? I went to the bathroom, which is wayyyyyyy at the back and in the basement, I hate getting to it during packed shows because you CAN’T MOVE. That venue is not safe and there are not enough exits BUT ANYWAY.

When I got back upstairs I went to the merch table and bought a tank top

  • Warning if you see Dreamcar: it fits weirdly small???
  • But I love it
  • Also they didn’t do that thing I hate when bands jack up prices by like $10 because of the conversion rate.
  • It’s $35 online and I paid $35CAD.
  • Joke’s on you that’s only like $20US
  • Help our dollar is a fucking joke

Then I went to the stage and despite the opening band staring imminently I was only two people from the front???

Superet

I mean, I don’t know if I would go seeking out their music but they were really fun and had fantastic energy. The lead singer kept making eye contact with people in the front and it was slightly awkward but also endearing as hell. I kept getting distracted during their set because I decided most of the rest of the band looked like other people

  • The keyboard player looked so much like Jamison Covington from JamisonParker
  • Does anyone remember them? They had like one album in maybe 2005 and I loved it
  • But it’s so emo
  • Listening to it now is like??? Was my world ever that dark? Damn son.
  • The drummer looks just like a dude I went to high school with and played in Concert Band with
  • But it is not.
  • That dude is a DJ now though
  • The percussionist lowkey reminded me of what’s his face from Cabin in the Woods… the stoner one. 
  • Cabin in the Woods is a great movie

Dreamcar

I mean is it any surprise that they’re great live? All of them have been performing for so long so like… they know their shit. But there’s a lot happening all at once, it seems like. You’ll maybe see when I post my video of All Of The Dead Girls once it finishes uploading to YouTube. But I guess it’s partly because Tom, Adrian & Tony are so used to playing together but sometimes it’s like there’s their show happening and then there’s Davey being Davey around them and it is a lot.

  • Someone yelled “You’re good!” between songs and it got a good laugh out of Davey who was like, “I’m glad you think so???”
  • Like what an odd thing to say???
  • The other three have mastered the art of keeping Davey on topic
  • If he sounds like he’s about to go off on a tangent just start the next song it’s great
  • “If only that would work during interviews,” I’m sure Jade/Adam/Hunter is muttering to himself in the distance
  • They covered Don’t Change and it was amazing, I wanted to get a video of it but it was such a different (more upbeat) version I didn’t even clue in on time lmao
  • During the bridge of Kill For Candy, Davey and I shared a moment during the first “Let it dissolve on your tongue” and it was magical

Post-show

It rained literally the entire day here, so when I walked out of the venue and it wasn’t raining anymore I thought, y’know what, I’m gonna stick around for a bit, try my luck meeting these dudes. But only until 11:00. That’s my cut-off. I’m a responsible adult.

  • This is a lie
  • It’s cute that I believed it though
  • Also it was still raining but it was a very fine mist so it wasn’t that bad
  • This is also a lie it was terrible and my hair went to shit

There were like 25 people waiting, at the peak of it. After about an hour, some people had left so there were maybe 20 or so. Not bad at all, right? About half of those were No Doubt faithful, who seemed to be a very tight-knit group who all knew each other from various No Doubt events and trips and stuff. They were super nice and – bonus! – most of them couldn’t be fucked about Davey. But we did talk about the show, how awesome it was, and the fact that Davey is secretly jacked was mentioned – not even by me!!! And most of them agreed that a) it should’ve been a longer set and b) they should’ve covered some No Doubt because Davey singing I’m Just A Girl would be delightful.

  • Somebody made the joke that the guys snuck out past all of us and were probably on the public transit bus that went by
  • “But then they’ll get to Sherbourne station and get shanked.”
  • If you know Toronto at all you know that’s probably true
  • If there was anywhere in this city where a repeat of “what are you gonna do about it, pink shoes?” was gonna go down it’s motherfucking Sherbourne St.

Finally at around 11:15 or so, security & tour management came out and set up a barricade by the bus, telling us all to line up in twos. Ok cool. We did. 

  • Tom came out first and the orderly line went to shit because he just like, walked right out to chat and take pictures and sign autographs. I was trying to stay near the barricade and missed him entirely. Oops. 
  • Tony came out next and did the same thing, but actually on my side. I got a picture with him and he signed my ticket.
  •  Adrian stayed by the barricade but was very chatty with people. I also got a picture and autograph from him.
  • All of them seemed to like, know some of the No Doubt die hards who were there and I think that’s so cool, they’ve always seemed like this huge, untouchable band to me but they’re so cool with their fans

All three of them got on the bus, and because of the No Doubt fans stepping back I was pretty much at the barricade. The tour manager came back and asked who we were still waiting for so of course were like, obviously Davey. So then came the new instructions:

  • Single file lineup please (I ended up third, so cool)
  • No photos
  • This is 900% ok I’ve seen my pictures with Adrian & Tony I know what I look like
  • I’ve been standing in the rain for two hours I look like I live in garbage and a family of raccoons have been living in my hair for the winter
  • No hugs either
  • Also fine because who honestly wants to hug a bunch of damp strangers???
  • Just a chat, an autograph, and keep the line moving
  • Awesome, we’re grown ups, we can do this
  • Oh shit now I have to think of something to say

So then Davey appears in that long hoodie/cloak… thing… which I SHOULD have asked where he got it because I love it but obviously I think of things to say after the fact, so whatever. He was really chatty and smiling at everyone and it was so nice. The first two conversations happened as I was trying not to awkwardly stare at Davey. I’m not gonna be the one who makes it weird.

  • This is also a lie
  • I don’t think I made it weird though

When it was my turn, he asked how I was and I said “amazing” because I was, and the teenage version of me fainted then and there, she was not at all prepared for this moment.

I might’ve rattled off something about how his music, whether AFI or Blaqk Audio or Dreamcar or any other project, has been such a big part of my life for almost half my life now, so thank you and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it

  • I don’t think that was weird
  • It was true, too
  • “Thank you, I hope that’s a good thing.”
  • I mean.
  • Obviously.
  • So I said it’s absolutely a good thing, thanked him again, and mentioned I would see him in like 3 weeks (!!!) for some AFI shows. 
  • ‘Cause y’know. He’ll remember.

And then I walked back to the subway and went home, 18-year-old me screaming internally.

tl;dr I saw Dreamcar, they were amazing, I finally met Davey Havok after 15 years.