i have a round two coming up

Aphantasia was first discovered in the 19th Century, but wasn’t seriously studied until last year when science finally announced to the world that some folks out there can be born outside the target demographic of John Lennon’s “Imagine”. Essentially, when people with aphantasia try to count sheep or imagine all the people living in harmony or whatever, they come up blank.

“To explain to someone what aphantasia is, I would ask the person to think of Homer Simpson – his round belly, blue trousers, white shirt, black shoes, bald head with the two hairs on top and the zigzag hair, his round nose, and his stubble,” says Ian. “Someone without aphantasia would have the image of Homer in their head. I, on the other hand, just have the words in my head that describe his features in some internal monologue.” It’s sort of like reading stuff off a checklist without “seeing” anything in your mind’s eye.

And it’s not just images. “I can’t hear music in my head if none is playing. I can’t imagine how things taste or feel unless I am actually experiencing them,” Emma says. “I can’t remember things as pictures, sounds, feelings, or tastes. I just don’t see, hear, or feel anything in my head.” Imagine (since you can, you privileged jerk) your brain not being able to remember that, say, kale tastes like yard trimmings sprinkled with dirt, and then being invited to a vegan restaurant. The horror …

5 Realities Of Life When You’re Born With No Imagination

possibilities

Part I: reason | Part II: alone | Part III: happy misfortune | Part IV: dreamy | Part V: possibilities


December 28th

The pub was crowded and warm inside, they had been walking around the past hour just so Remus can show Sirius around a little but the night time was extremely cold and it was about time they went in. As they settled on a table for two they found in the far end of the pub, Remus called a waitress to order their first round. When the girl looked up at the both of them, she lost her words for a moment, Sirius Black had that effect on people.

“Uh, what can I get you?” said the girl almost as if she was choking. She was as pretty as they come but Sirius was just something else. 

“We’ll have two pints of Fosters please,” replied Remus causing the girl to finally look away from Sirius who was busy checking his phone. He put his phone on the table as he smiled to Remus.

“I was just talking to Reggie, sorry,” he apologised as he took off his black coat that looked like it cost more than Remus’ whole wardrobe. “Tonight, we get to know each other if you are going to force your friendship on me as you promised.”

“Exactly what I had in mind,” confirmed Remus. “So why is your brother in Italy during holidays, I’m sure they have holidays, too.”

“You can see the appeal of entering the New Year in Milan,” smiled Sirius but his smile didn’t reach his grey eyes. “After last year, he distance himself from our family, too. They had problems with Reggie studying art, he saw the opportunity and got away as fast as he could.”

“Well, good for him,” he said just when the enamored waitress dropped their beers. “I told you yesterday, too, but I really do hope we aren’t boring you.”

“Remus, your family is the loveliest people I have had the fortune to meet,” he began as he ran his hand through his damp hair. “Please stop pestering yourself, I am an adult and I can leave when I want to but I don’t want to.”

“I’m glad you think like that,” confessed Remus. “I don’t what I was thinking when I literally forced you to come with me.”

“Living in the moment?” laughed Sirius, his laughter filled the emptiness in Remus’ lungs and he felt like he needed it to survive. “Well, this is way better than sitting at home drinking by yourself, I’ll give you that.”

“So I have a question but–”

“Ask it. Come on Remus. All cards on the table tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” mumbled Remus and he took a deep breath. “How do you afford the house you are living in? I can’t afford a 1+1 in London without selling my soul.”

“Actually I make decent money at where I work,” began Sirius. “But my uncle passed away a few months ago and he left me a considerable amount in his will. I remember the look on my father’s face, it was a sight to see.” 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Remus as he drank the rest of his beer. “You know what this calls for? Shots.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk Remus?” he flirted with a smile and Remus felt the air leave his body for good.

This should be illegal.

“Maybe,” shot back Remus bravely and saw the infamous brow of his shot up. 

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens,” he whispered to himself as Remus ordered a few shots of vodka, just to have back ups. 

When they downed the first one, Remus remembered how long it had been since he had gotten properly drunk. The vodka left a trail of fire in his throat and he tried to shake it off coolly as he could but when he stared at Sirius’ shrivelled face he lost every ounce of self composure he had and started laughing uncontrollably.

“I don’t do vodka,” laughed Sirius as he tried to look normal again. “No, correction: I don’t do shots.

“But you were… so… cute,” said Remus as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry but that was the most helpless face I have ever seen.”

“Are you enjoying my misery?” he teased as he licked his lips for the remainder of vodka. “Now my turn, why university and teaching?”

“Because I’m a learner and I’m really good at teaching actually,” he explained. “Also I want to get a doctorate degree. I like to think that the researches I’m a part of will help people with diseases eventually.”

“What is your area?”

“Genetics,” he replied, his head held high. Remus always had enjoyed delving into the depths of life. “It’s where our future lies actually but I’m going to bore you with why genetics is important for our survival some other day.”

“I love how passionate you are about this,” said Sirius with a smile as he pulled the second shot in front of him. “I wasn’t very passionate about being an attorney until recently.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was what my family wanted for me,” he admitted as he raised his glass. “If it was up to me, I would have strayed as far away from law as I can. At least Reggie got away.”

The familiar burn made itself less recognisable this time and Sirius’ face was a little better, there were still two more shots on the table.

“What do you say we pick up the pace a little?” added Sirius as he pushed the shot glass towards Remus with such charisma that Remus forgot how to speak so he just smiled and nodded.

Another down and it felt good, Remus felt a bit more relaxed as he called the sweet waitress girl for four more shots, if they were going down, they were going down properly. When the girl came back, she had six shots on her tray.

“One from me and one from our bartender,” she said as she put the shots down. They both looked at the bar and saw an tattoed goddess waving their way, what was it with this pub and all the pretty girls that worked there?

“Thank you,” said Sirius with a grin as she helped the girl unload the glasses.

“Okay now that we are both a little bit tipsy,” began Sirius, his eyes locked on Remus’. “How’s love treating you Remus?” 

Er, well, not good I guess,” he babbled. “It’s hard to focus on dating when I have so much work to do.”

“Love does not require effort,” countered Sirius as he once again pushed a shot glass in front of Remus.

“It looks like you are trying to get me drunk,” complained Remus as he tipped the glass and swallowed the vodka for the fourth time. Sirius put his glass down and looked at him mischievously. 

“You’ll never know, Lupin.”

“So what’s your family like?” asked Remus, it was a very intrusive question but he started not to care anymore.

“Annoying as fuck,” stated Sirius. 

Yes please, more cursing.

“Loads of annoying traditions, stupid rules to follow and not being anything you want to be. If you don’t fit in their description of what’s right, you are absolutely wrong.”

“Family dinners must be peachy,” joked Remus to lift his spirits, no one should live in a house like that. “Another?”

“Sure, why the hell not.”

Fifth one was down and now Sirius shined a bit too bright, but it was a wonderful sight to witness.

“Is it just me or is this place getting hotter by the minute?” he asked and put his hair in a bun in matter of seconds, exposing his cheekbones to stand out with all their magnificence. The way his face was built could be studied as art and no one would object it.

Dear Black Family, I don’t like you but I like your genes. Thank you.

“So, what about your love life Sirius?” asked Remus. 

Vodka should be called liquid courage.

“I haven’t found anyone to get hang up on,” replied Sirius nonchalantly. “I mean, I have dated a few people the last year but none of them affected me the way I wanted them too and you can deal with casual sex for so long.”

Remus almost choked on his own spit, he tried to brush it off with a small cough but it wasn’t working.

“Oh, sorry. I’m a bit too comfortable with those subjects,” apologised Sirius as he laughed. 

“Are you one of those people who believe in soulmates?”

“No, not necessarily,” he said with a soft smile and spark to his eyes, he was kind of slurring his words but it was very lovely. “I just believe that someday someone will come into my life and it will be so easy and natural, that I won’t even notice.”

“That sounds–” began Remus but a small hiccup interrupted him. “That sounds beautiful.”

“The last shot?”

“Yes, please,” answered Remus and he raised his glass one more time. “Here’s to us finding what we are looking for in the New Year.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“You know it’s so funny,” he began. “I never thought I would spend my Christmas with a total stranger let alone bring him home and then go to a bar and get drunk with him.”

“I told you before there was a reason we met,” said Sirius, now he was slurring his words for sure. “A reason with million possibilities.” 

Maybe they hadn’t drink too much but they had drunk too fast and somehow it felt right. The small head spin and the halo around Sirius was all worth spending a night with him, alone. The way he talked about love, like he was a hopeless romantic which he wasn’t, the way his eyes shined from the alcohol in his blood and the way he smiled at him right this second. Remus wished his dream was reality so much but that, that was also a possibility that came with the reason.

“Yeah, possibilities,” said Remus absent-mindedly. “Should we ask for the check and walk home?”

Sirius nodded and Remus raised his hand to get the attention of the waitress. When the check came both of them reached for their wallets but Sirius was convinced he wasn’t going to let Remus pay.

“Stop it,” he half shouted as he stretched his hand to hold Remus’ from reaching into his pocket and Remus felt his skin burn, it was the best feeling ever, even better than being drunk. “You are letting me stay at your place at least let Uncle Alphard buy us our drinks.”

“I can’t believe you used dead relative card,” said Remus angrily, he didn’t like when people bought him things.

“Stop being a killjoy and say thank you, I thought Hope raised you better.”

“Thank you,” snickered Remus, not being able to continue being angry. As they went into the winter air he felt happy that there was alcohol in his blood, because it wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be.

“Excuse me while I hold onto you like a lost puppy because I will most definitely fall on ice,” said Sirius just before he put his arm in Remus’.

“And you think drunk me is a good place to hold on?” he teased. “I’m very much suspicious of your decision making.”

“Shut up and walk,” ordered Sirius. Remus abruptly stopped and turned his gaze around to give him a look that probably was very effective that Sirius almost instantly shrunk in size. “Sorry, but you should do that look more often.”

“Why?”

“It’s hot as fuck. Excuse my language.”

Did he just?

“Are you serious?” asked Remus, just to be sure. Sirius raised his eyebrow as he does and smiled like a child and then it dawned on Remus.

“Why yes, I am Sirius.” he laughed.

“I just realised I won’t ever be able to use that word ever again.”

They walked silently as snow fell like cotton, it was peaceful and they were drunk. They entered the house as silently as they can and made their way to Remus’ room.

“Do you feel like sleeping at all?” demanded Sirius as he took his shirt off to reveal what dreams are made of.

Not anymore.

“Dunno,” replied Remus, he had taken his sweater off, too, he couldn’t be bothered with being embarrassed at the moment and he turned around to face Sirius, he was looking at him like he just saw a ghost.

“What’s– what’s that?”

Remus always forgot his scar, he had gotten so used to it that it didn’t even occur to him he would never want Sirius to see it.

“Oh, I had a massive heart surgery when I was younger,” he revealed as he stared at his own chest, Sirius had gotten closer to get a closer look. The more he got closer, the harder it was to breathe. Sirius raised his hand as if he wanted to touch it, Remus understood his curiosity since Sirius didn’t seem to have even a scratch on his skin.

“Can I?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

Remus closed his eyes at the touch without intending to, his hands were cold but very careful as if he was afraid he would open the wound again. He didn’t know what made him trust Sirius enough to let his hands roam on his scar but it was a different feeling and he was praying that Sirius wasn’t feeling his heartbeats through his skin, each beat was another possibility.

“I’m glad you are alright now,” he whispered as he pulled his hand away. “We should probably sleep.”

“Yeah, we shouid,” repeated Remus as he went to turn the light off, it was going to take days for Remus to live that down.

“Night, Remus,” mumbled Sirius sleepily.

“Night, Sirius.”

As soon as Remus closed his eyes, all the possibilities flooded his mind like a tsunami and he just focused on one.

The Power Of Love – Epilogue Part 1

Warnings – none I think

Sorry it took so long guys! I finally got my new laptop!! :D *Insert happy dance here*

So here we go part one of the two-part epilogue :) its only short but I hope you enjoy

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A scream torn through the room that could easily have been mistaken for a sound effect on the show as you managed another push.

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Today, I fucked up... by coming home early

So, me and my GF share a room, and we have two cats. I get off work a bit early, and as I walk in the house, I hear some commotion and my GF yelling something that sounds like “No!”.

Slightly concerned, as no other cars or anything were around, I run back there just as she is tossing the cat out the door for chewing on my cords. This happens just as I was rounding the frame, so the cat lands squarely on my junk, and tries to use my belly button as a grappling point. It didn’t work, but I did get some nice rips in my shirt along with some deep scratches that bled quite profusely.

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anonymous asked:

26... Mark tickles tyler????

26. how dare [you]

IDK the ship name! Myler? Tark? Markler? MarkTy? *shrugs*


“Mark you need to get onto planning the new video!” Tyler scolded his friend. He took his job seriously, getting Mark off his ass and doing stuff. 

“I JUST finished recording the last one! Let me have like, ten minutes to play a round or two of overwatch?” Mark whined. Tyler smirked, it was funny watching Mark behave like a child. 

“You have to get to work!” 

“Come ooooon. Five more minutes?”

“No.”

“Pleease! You need to lighten up!” Mark poked Tyler’s side for emphasis, causing him to jerk away. There was a pause. Fear covered Tyler’s face while mischief covered Mark’s. “No. Way.”

“Mark…” Tyler spoke warningly.

“You’re ticklish?!” Mark reached out and wiggled his fingers at Tyler’s side, receiving another jerk in response and a muffled giggle. Mark was full-on grinning now. He could do so much with this information! “Give me a 10-minute break and I won’t tickle the ever living Hell out of you.”

“But you have to work on- FAHACK!” Tyler was tackled to the ground by a tickly Markiplier. The black-haired man scratched ruthlessly at Tyler’s belly. The man broke into frantic laughter, pounding on the ground beside him. 

“Oh my God! Dude, you’re so ticklish!” Mark exclaimed happily, digging in without mercy. Tyler was in hysterics, it tickled so damn bad!

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Tyler cackled. Mark smirked. 

“Half an hour break.”

“HAHAHALF AHAN HOHOHOUR?! NOHOHO!”

“Well, your funeral!” Mark swirled a finger inside Tyler’s navel, causing him to screech and his thrashing to increase. Mark actually had trouble keeping on top of him with all his thrashing.

“MAHAHAHAHRK! MAHAHARK, STAHAHAP!” Tyler shrieked. He was laughing so hard his abs started to hurt, he was still holding out though… 

until Mark dug into his ribs. 

“OHOHOHOHOKAHAHAY! OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!”

“What do i win?” 

“YOHOHOHOU GEHEHET AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEAK!” Immediately the tickling fingers halted. Tyler caught his breath as Mark went to go make the most of his break. 


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You loved going to the Cullen home. Not only did your boyfriend live there, but you enjoyed spending time with his adopted family. Tonight was your weekly ‘sleep’over and the game was on.

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Dolph Ziggler/OC. For Anon: Really smutty Dolph Ziggler one where you’re spending a quiet day at his place (he’s your ex but you had a mutual breakup due to you not being with the wwe), watching movies, playing video games when he turns to you and tells you he still has feelings for you and now you’re both with the WWE, maybe you can get back together and smut? Then the next day, your friend Nattie asks where you were the night before and you try to make up an excuse until Dolph comes up behind you and wraps his arms round you.

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I’m setting the Staracle to preorders now! Decks will begin to mail out in April! Please get your order in by mid-March if you want to get your deck in for this next order!

The new run of cards will have rounded corners! I did not realize that they would work with the design when I ordered the first run. The great news is that I’ll be ordering extra cards to replace the non-rounded-corners cards of anyone who ordered from the first run of decks, so if you jumped on it early, you basically are ending up with two sets of cards.

I’m ordering a small run of cards to have at Northwest Tarot Symposium and those will have rounded corners, so when those come in I’ll do a new round of photos of what they look like that way!

Workout Part 2 | Cody Christian

Word Count: 975

Pairing: Cody x Reader

Prompt: So, I had been planning on doing a part two to this imagine but I didn’t know how to go about writing it since I refuse to write smut. BUT, I had a little chat with my favorite Teen Wolf writer, and she came up with a great idea on what should happen in this one. In this part, the reader and Cody have already done the deed but now they have to come to the conclusion on whether they like one another. Everyone, please give a round of applause to the Miss @amylillian22! All of the credit goes to her on this one!


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Never did I think I would find myself in Cody’s bed. Naked. A comforter covering me. His thick arms encasing my waist underneath the blanket. Never did I think it would happen.

He didn’t give me time to enter his apartment door. His hands were grabbing mine and then thrusting them to rest against the wall above my head. His lips found mine in a millisecond and we were making out like mad animals. The rest was a blur afterwards.

I woke up hours later by the sun beaming through the slightly opened curtains of Cody’s bedroom window. Below our floor, you could hear the loud honks of cars and other living things nature provided in the mornings. Next to me, Cody was sound asleep and I smiled at the fact that he had me in his arms.

Reality hit me then and the smile was gone in an instant. This had to be a joke.

I took a peek at Cody’s sleeping face before attempting to make my movements subtle of moving out of his hold. Successfully, I got out but checked once again to see if he was he had noticed. He didn’t.

Like a pirate looking for treasure, I silently scattered around the room to gather my balled up clothing. Once all pieces were found, I slipped them on. It was when I stuck my first leg into the pants hole when I heard Cody’s voice, halting my actions.

“What’re you doing?” he asked in this gruff morning voice that made my stomach do backflips.

“Um, leaving?” I answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I have some schoolwork I need to work on so… I have to go.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, but I’ll see you later.”

“Will you Y/N?” His tone went from innocent to accusing in a second and now I didn’t know what to say. “Will you see me later or are you just going to ignore me?”

I went back to putting on my pants, ignoring his stare. “What’re you talking about Cody?”

“Oh nothing. Just talking about the fact that you won’t see me after today.”

“I will. That’s a promise.” A quick glance at him and I could see that his stare was a glare towards me. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I can’t help it. I mean, the girl I’m best friends with has sex with me last night and the first thing she does in the morning is put on her clothes and leave without telling me. How else am I supposed to look at you?”

I scoffed. “Not like I’m the bad guy here! Cody, from what you’ve told me before, you don’t do well in relationships. Not after your last one! What? You want ME to have sex with you one time and move on like it’s okay?

"No, that’s not what I’m saying.” He stood up and the blanket dropped to floor, revealing him in all his glory.

“Jesus Christ, put on some clothes if you’re going to argue with me!” I covered my eyes.

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t seen me naked before.” No shuffling which meant that he made no move to get dressed. “Y/N, look at me.”

“No. Not until your clothed.”

He huffed loudly and walked away from me. Moment S later, he was saying, “Okay, open.”

I peeled my hands away from my eyes to see that he resulted in wearing his gym shorts from yesterday. “Good.”

“What’re you talking about, huh? What makes you think that this is a one time thing?” he asked in an exasperated voice.

I shrugged. “I don’t… I don’t know.” I lied, glancing down at my hands. As a nervous habit, I began to rub them.

“Yes you do. Can you look at me? Please?”

I did and I immediately regretted it. He had this sort of sadness in his eyes. One that made me want to grab his face and kiss his worries away. Worries of me leaving him and never seeing him again.

“If you think that I only did this for a one time thing, you’re wrong. I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” I took a step closer to him.

“Yes, I do.” He took one step closer to me. “Look, I know I said that I don’t do well in relationships but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying and have one night stands. If anything, I’d just avoid girls all together but not become gay.”

I laughed. “Don’t go gay.”

“I won’t.” He gazed down at me with a goofy smile. “But you see what I’m saying.”

“Yes, I do.” I grabbed his hands, intertwining our fingers. “I’m sorry for trying to leave.”

“It’s okay. I’d probably do the same thing if I were a girl and a guy gives her mixed signals.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you like me? Low key though?”

“Maybe.” His eyes skidded off to the side in a playful manner of avoiding eye contact. “But I thought we already established that with my heartfelt speech?”

“We did but I just wanted to hear you say it.” I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His hands moved to my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Fine, I like you Y/N. I like you a lot.”

“Mmm, that’s nice to hear.” I stood on my toes to peck his lips. “I like you too.”

“Good. It would’ve been awkward if you didn’t because I wouldn’t get to do this.”

Next thing I know is that he picked me up by my waist. I wrapped my legs around his torso while he spun me around before lying me down on his bed. In seconds, we were ripping each other’s clothes off and repeating last nights events.

~*~

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George Harrison, without a doubt. Just think about this, here’s a young kid at the start of a movement. Not someone who ever thought he’d be a virtuoso on the instrument, he was an all-round musician, and he was destined to write two of the most popular Beatles songs of all time, ‘Something’ and ‘Here Comes the Sun.’ His guitar playing just got better and better, right up to his untimely death…
I want to shout this, I want to put this in capital letters - HE WAS ALWAYS, ALWAYS MUSICAL! Most people can get good physically on the guitar, it’s not really that hard, but to be musical? That’s the real trick. There are a thousand other guitar players that could play rings around George, but what have they played that you really keep in your heart?
—  Joe Satriani in response to the question, “The most underrated guitarist in history?” - Guitar World, 12 September 2016
battlewhale replied to your post “Did Sitch get his little horn things and rounded sides of his head…”

So Sitch has horns, but when he was young they were rounded. Two thoughts come to mind One: his race thing start out with nubs as to not STAB themselves when they’re young or Two: Duxten fucking SANDED HIS SON’S HEAD TO A POINT And honestly I don’t know which I want more

Kinda, it’s like when babies have baby fat and as they grow up you just kinda naturally lose it- 

So basically like every other baby ever, Sitch was kinda chunky but as he grew up his features became sharper and more defined 

sex with Ashton would include:
  • such loud moans omg
  • DADDY KINK DUH
  • “fuck, you feel so good baby girl” 
  • so many pet names holy shit
  • making sure you’re satisfied first
  • bondage
  • “i wish you could see how beautiful you look right now”
  • post concert sex
  • taking pictures of you while you ride him
  • teasing each other in public
  • ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as you close the door behind you
  • literally worshipping your body
  • roleplaying
  • “oh god - you’re gonna make me cum” 
  • leaving hickies all over his chest
  • slow, sensual sex when he comes home from tour
  • “i love you more than anything” 
  • him making you orgasm so many times that you lose track 
  • “come on, baby, say my name” 
  • “no, my other name” 
  • cuddling while you two catch your breaths
  • deciding to have a shower together
  • ending up having round 2 in the shower

calum / luke / michael

verybadhedgehog replied to your post: i have a very specific TYPE of pairing i like, and…

people out there acting like it’s just a case of off the shelf ship shopping, like… hey, a new franchise, let’s see the m/m ships, yes, one wholesome m/m ship to go, no I don’t need that bagged… WHAT? THIS CUSTOMER CHOSE THE NON-WHOLESOME SHIP with TWO UGLY WHITES did you come in here and ASK for a white ship my god i can’t believe in the year 2k16/17 when the wholesome ship was right there

i had to watch the lightside fandom have a cannibalistic meltdown over “proper fandom content” and then saw an influx of soft goofy shit in the darkside fandom specifically and directly because of it. you wanna know why theres so many people makin kylux content? its a shitshow! theres no rules! you want them to be weird animals or kiss in a bathroom or make bad jokes? go for it, no ones gonna ask your credentials. you wanna write finn and poe as a couple with relationship issues due to mental illness and abusive pasts? no. go to jail do not collect your 200 buckaroos.

i get in such a way when i see posts compairing content because i W A T C H E D it happen, i know why its like that, i know, and i dont feel like getting into it but its not this way because everyone suddenly started shipping kyle mc school shooter with gingerschnaps fascistpants. it was a gradual thing due to some really shitty but occasionally well-meaning fandom purity politics. no one wants to draw the fucking ship because we dont want to see them sad or we dont want to explain just exactly why we felt the need to write dead dove fic about a fave m/m pairing.

I guess this isn’t strictly a joshler idea (I guess it could be joshler? Could be jalsey? Hell I guess you could start a whole new H/J/T poly ship, I don’t think I’ve seen that one yet. Or maybe even you could just keep the whole thing entirely platonic and not have any of them end up together lmao) 

but I was thinking about that mashup of Halsey’s Gasoline with tøp’s House Of Gold

and I have this really specific image in my head

so now all I can think is

ok so the end of the New Americana video has Halsey waking up in some deserted desolate area, right

she’s confused. Wandering. Not sure what’s going on, not sure how to navigate this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Then she comes across two people, also wandering.
A man in a floral robe and round sunglasses that he adamantly refuses to take off, even at night. She doesn’t know what colour his eyes are, and she’s afraid to ask. She’s also afraid to ask about the black marks covering his neck and spreading up his hands. She’s not even sure what he is. All she knows is that he likes strumming that ukelele, and he’s a wanderer, like her.

And then there’s the boy with the kind face and a galaxy wrapped around his arm. His hair and the dark shadows around his eyes are stained red, and again, she’s not sure if she should ask. His eyes are brown, though. And he keeps a kick-drum strapped to his back, snare drum strapped to his front, cymbals lashed onto the kick-drum, and an elaborate set-up of wires around his legs that rigs the kick-drum and cymbals to beat as he walks. He just has. to keep. walking.

They’ve got a spare tambourine, and both boys like the sound of her voice. So they wander. Together. Where they’re going, where they’re even from, they’re not sure.  They’re just three kinda messed-up, kinda-broken, kinda-damaged people.
But it’s okay.

You can’t wake up, this is not a dream
you’re part of a machine
you are not a human being
with your face all made up, living on a screen
Will you take care of me?

just us two - luke hemmings (part 3)

Luke knew that parenthood was never going to be easy when his girlfriend left him standing in the delivery ward with their baby clasped in his hands. his 5 year old daughter striking up a feud with the son of a coldly beautiful single mum was not a complication he had anticipated though. nor was falling in love with her.

part one / part two 


‘Alright let’s get this sorted out then.’

'Lovely to hear from you too Y/N, yeah I am having a good day thanks how about you?’ Luke said as he picked up the phone, rolling his eyes at Y/N’s abrupt greeting.

'Hemmings I don’t have time to mess around here I’m walking from one meeting to another.’ Y/N sighed down the phone. 'I’ve cleared my Saturday afternoon this weekend so I’ll come round about 2 to pick you and Luna up. I’m sure you’ve already got a ridiculous scheme planned to make them bond so I’ll let you take it from there.’

'I wouldn’t call it ridiculous so much as inspired.’ Luke grinned, unable to stop himself from teasing Y/N.

'I think we’ll let the kids be the judge of that.’ Y/N said drily and Luke could have sworn he detected a hint of a smile in her voice. 'Send your address to the email on the card I gave you, assuming you haven’t lost it already?’

'I think it’s around here somewhere.’ Luke said as he turned the card over in his hand, never dreaming of telling her it had been burning a hole in the pocket of his jeans since she’d given it to him yesterday. 

'Well my client’s waiting for me so I have to go now but remember: this Saturday, 2 o'clock.’

'It’s a date.’ Luke said, waiting for a sharp reply or an irritated sigh.

'You wish Hemmings.’ Instead he was met with a peal of laughter as Y/N put down the phone. 

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aah i’m sorry for the inactivity, been a bit busy recently and midterms round two coming up sobs
anyways, got a lot of requests for shenmei, so here she is ! I didn’t..take any screenshots of her when I did my IK run (and she rides a horse) so I have no idea what her bottom half looks like ; u ;

but yeah, she’s a sweet mother !! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Ticklish (ft. Suho)

(Note- I wrote this in a different POV today. I thought I’d switch it up.)

Originally posted by wugalaxy


 Playing video games with Suho had always been interesting. After work Suho had promised he’d buy the newest MarioKart game for our date night. Since Suho is always busy with schedules we had a promise together to have a date night once every two weeks. Tonight Suho had decided we should stay in to relax and eat Chinese takeout.

A half an hour later from when Suho gets out of schedules he arrived with MarioKart and food. 

“BABE, I’M HOME.” Suho yelled from the bottom of the steps, “I got you some soup.”
After we finished our meal, the game of MarioKart began.  
“HAH, LOSER.” I jumped up and down excitedly. I won, yes!
“Oh, come on I let you win.” Suho stated being confident, “Round two, this time let’s make a bet. If I win you clear the table and wash up.”
“I lost. I can’t believe I lost.” Suho frowned.
“That’s just the way it is.” I put my hands above my head attempting to make a ‘cool’ pose, “I win. You have to do the dishes.”
sighed and started to clear the table. He put the dishes in the sink, wiped off their table and put a selection of movies on the table. Planning to watch movies the rest of the night. Once everything was clean, Suho put on his favorite drama.
“Wow, he’s so handsome.” I started to coo over Kim Bum making Suho jealous. 

“Hey!” Suho shouted, “Stop doing like that while I’m here.”
I decided to tease him more, “Look at his pretty eyes.”
“My eyes are the same color as his. See?” Suho widened his eyes trying to get me to look at him
“Maybe. I don’t know Suho, he looks really good in this drama.”
Suddenly Suho pushed me to the ground and put his leg over my own. He put his hands to the side and started to tickle me.
AH, SUHO STOP IT!” I rolled giggling on the floor, holding my hands to my stomach. “Why me? Tickle someone else instead!” Suho gripped my sides and squeezed them gently before he started tickling me again. “Say ‘Suho you’re the most handsome man in the world’.”
“Suho, you’re the most handsome man in the world!” Suho pulled his hands away from me then I let out a sigh of relief. Suho looked at me with a smile, “I win.”
“Whatever.” I looked away and pouted, “I had my fingers crossed anyway.”
“Mmm, did you?”
“Yes.” I looked down at the floor not wanting him to see my face.
“I think your lying babe.” Suho kissed my neck, teasing me.
I let out a giggle, then turned to him “Damn it Suho, why do you always win in the end?!”
“Because I’m good at everything.”


-admin s