i just forgot i had all of these pictures

Alex Standall didn't shoot himself in the head

I just can’t believe it. Yes, he wanted to die and was completely fucked up but I don’t think he shot himself. I think it was Tyler.
First of all, I think there is a possibility that they are thinking about a second season - school shootings. Here is why: Tyler is that “typical” creepy, “weird”, shy, with-no-friends guy. That’s how most of those school shooters are described. And he had all those guns and stuff hidden in his room. He was also pretty fucking angry at everyone. And he got bullied. Really bad. It would make sense for him to flip his shit and start a school shooting…
The way he had all those pictures and then took down Alex’ and the flashback of that scene where that guy (I forgot his name) threw Tyler against the lockers and Alex yelled at him to leave Tyler alone but then said to Tyler that he doesn’t want Tyler to talk at him at all… and the weird thing is that Alex called Zach that night, we have no idea why and what was said, and the next day we find out he “apparently” shot himself in the head? I don’t think that was a coincidence. Maybe Tyler just wants to kill all of the people who have done him wrong or maybe Alex found out what Tyler was going to do and tried to stop him and that’s how he ended up getting shot by Tyler… I don’t know for sure but I’m pretty sure Alex didn’t shoot himself in the head.

Niall Horan - “Fall Out”


Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this one love, I know you’ve been waiting for it! I’ve also decided to start putting the ‘read more’ further down - to give a slight preview, ya know? And give them actual ‘titles’ lol


There was a time in your life that Niall Horan was the center of your world. Not so much in a romantic way but you were certain that had things not gone the way that they had it would have been a possibility. 

“You’re gonna forget all about me.” You joke the day before he left for his X-Factor audition. Neither of you knew what was going to happen but you had full faith in him.  

“You’ve been my life since we were kids, Y/N, how on earth could I forget about you.” You take in his frown, the look of concern on that adorable face of his and sigh, giving a slight shrug. 

“Maybe not forget about me so much as just move on. You’ll be off doing better things than sitting around here with me.” Niall sighs and reaches his arm out for you, pulling you against his skinny body. You just felt this sense of dread in your stomach, fearing that this was it. 

“No matter where I go or do, I’m not leaving you behind.“ He promised, exchanging smiles with you. You wanted to believe him… you really did.


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I don’t think I’ve ever uploaded this. I’ve had it for ages, the art is old now, but it’s still relevant. Here’s my canon warden, Lenaios Surana. He’s an easy-going, elfroot-smoking spirit healer who can’t lie to save his life. Ferelden’s very own hippie elf doctor dude.

Snowstorm

I finally finished this, thank God. This is super self-indulgent and sappy, because yes, I am sappy. I don’t know whether or not I’m gonna write a part 2 yet, so I guess that depends on what you guys think. So let me know!
Tagging @strongenoughfoundation because we are both writing fics for this blizzard and you helped me get past a writer’s block c:
(Slight warning for language)
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It was late evening, the snow was piling up outside, and you had nowhere to go. To some, you might’ve looked like a sad person all cooped up in your house, alone, with a sappy movie playing on the TV. To you, it was utter heaven. You’d been working hard, after all, taking extra shifts at work and helping your best friend with his newest project all the time. Hamilton had been a huge success and you couldn’t be prouder.

Oh right, you should probably call said best friend, Lin. You’d had to trudge back to your home in the bitter, stormy weather and you’d promised to call and let him know you hadn’t died. You fished your phone out of the blankets layered on top of you and unlocked it. The wallpaper was a hilarious picture of you and the rest of the Hamilton cast; you’d been smiling for a serious picture when Daveed muttered some ridiculous joke that had all of you laughing hysterically. You smiled at the memory as you thumbed through your contact list and found Lin’s number. Pressing CALL, you set the phone on speaker mode so you could continue eating your popcorn with your hands free.

It took a ring and a half for him to answer. “(Y/N), you better have a good excuse for waiting an hour to call me.”

You barked out a laugh. “I forgot, okay? It was snowy and windy, and I really just wanted to get inside. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You weren’t thinking about the ONE phone call you were supposed to make to your ONE friend?”

“You are not my ‘one friend,’ you jerk. I have other people to talk to.”

“Name two. And they can’t be in the cast.”

“…”

“Right, so you were saying?”

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you, and popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth. “I hate you.”

You heard him laugh, a single, disbelieving “HA!” that made you want to reach through the phone and punch him. “Go ahead and laugh,” you added sarcastically. “One day, I’ll have my revenge.”

“Your REVENGE?” he repeated. “What’re you gonna do?”

“Maybe beat you up. I’ve been wanting to lately.”

“You can’t beat me up, you’re like a foot shorter than me.”

“Oh, you’re making fun of my height now?” you asked in feigned outrage, leaning closer to the phone.

His voice responded, high-pitched and mocking: “'oh, you’re making fun of my height now?’”

You shook your head, unable to stop the smile threatening your lips. You’d missed him, you always missed him when you left, but today, it was worse. You wanted to see that stupid, silly smile he got when he teased you. You pushed your hair out of your face, trying to mask the sudden ache in your heart. “You’re in for it, now, Miranda.”

“Usted no me asusta niña bonita.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t know what you just said! How am I supposed to know how to insult you back?”

“Learn Spanish.”

“Wow, your advice is legendary. You should make T-shirts with your inspiring phrases on them.”

“Aw, thanks, I try.”

“You’re trying to make me hate you, aren’t you?”

“It’s surprisingly easy.”

“I can’t believe that you're—”

“I love you.”

You froze. The TV hummed in the background, throwing a pale glow over the room. Outside the window, it was a blur of white snow and sky. Inside your chest, your heart was about to break out of your ribcage. Slowly, you swallowed and cleared your throat. “…what?”

You heard a shaky breath from the other end and a shift of movement. Then, again, “I love you. I know it’s really sudden and you’re probably confused, and shit, I wanted to do this differently. But I can’t help it.” He paused and you stared wide-eyed into the silence. Your mind was a mess of static, you couldn’t speak, you could only wait for his voice. “(Y/N), you’re my best friend, you know that, and God, you’re amazing too. You’re so amazing, and all I want is for you to be happy. It’s just so damn hard sometimes, to see you alone and know that I could make you happy, I wanna make you happy. I needed you to know that, even if it screws up our friendship.” His voice nearly broke then, and your heart clenched. In that moment, all you wanted was him here with you, to hold him close and tell him no, this didn’t ruin anything, this was wonderful. But you were getting choked up and it was hard to get words past the lump in your throat.

He took your silence as something else entirely and your breath hitched when you heard a quiet, “(Y/N)? …I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Sitting bolt upright, you snatched your phone off the arm of the couch. “Lin, I love you too,” you blurted out. There was a heart-stopping silence and you were terrified that he might’ve hung up already. “I think I—I’ve felt like this for a long time, but I didn’t know if you did. Please, tell me you didn’t hang up. I was scared, and stupid, and Lin, I love you,” you whimpered, a stray tear slipping down your cheek. “This won’t ruin anything, I promise. Just please let me know you hear me.”

For a moment, you were sure that you’d missed your chance and you were ready to call him again until he answered. But then—

“I hear you.” There was a sound that was like a laugh and a sob all tangled together and you wished with all of your heart that he was here with you. “God, I just—You weren’t answering and I was sure that I just made the biggest fucking mistake of my life.”

You smiled through your tears, wiping a hand under your eyes. “No,” you managed. “No, you didn’t. Lin…” You trailed off to yank the sleeve of your sweater down over your hand so you could use it to rub away another tear. “Sorry, I’m a mess over here. I’m crying like a freaking girl from a rom com,” you added bitterly and there was a sympathetic chuckle from your phone.

“It’s okay to cry, (Y/N), but it’s killing me. I wish I was with you, cariña,” Lin cooed and you leaned your forehead against your phone’s screen, closing your eyes at the soft lull of his voice.

“Do you think you can maybe come over?” you tried. “I know the snow’s bad, but um.” You broke off, biting your lip. You couldn’t be selfish and make him walk over here in the cold. You’d see him again eventually. But you felt so full of emotion, it was going to burst out at the seams if you didn’t see him soon.

When he answered, you could tell that he was smiling. “I’m on my way.”

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Just had the best time in Jenny Han’s “Always and Forever Lara Jean” book launch! I love you so much Lara (J)ean lol. Braid bar! Nail Bar! Cake! It was like heaven, I forgot to take more pictures! Ahh I want to stay there always and forever.

@jennyhan you’re super awesome and nice I’m so glad I met you! I hope you like the presents! Sorry my lemon cookies didn’t make it to you, it was taken by my own little Kitty!

Meeting Liam @ SiriusXM

Hiiii, so I’m pretty much writing this post because I need it forever engrained in my memory and I just want to share it with everyone. I genuinely didn’t think it was possible for me to love Liam anymore than I already did, then yesterday morning happened and he exceeded every single expectation I had. 

HERE WE GO (I’ll put it beneath the cut because it’s long, but let me just say, he’s flawless in the picture)

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Apology | Mingyu Angst | Oneshot

Request: hi! can i request a hella angsty seungcheol/mingyu (whichever one you feel most comfortable writing about) scenario based off the song “i’m not sorry” by dean (he’s the bad guy, not you)? i’d prefer a fluff ending but that’s okay if not. thank u sm ! i love ur writing so much shahsha uwu

Based off of this song

Word Count: 3,662

Originally posted by spoilerhoshi

You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling you used to think was white. Upon closer inspection it looked a lot more grey. The room that used to always feel perfectly warm now felt cold. Sometimes it felt too hot, but it was never just right–it was never the way it used to be.

“When is the last time you’ve even kissed me?” You shouted through tears, you wished you could just talk it out with him but that never seemed to work.  Perhaps this was the only way you could get through to him. 

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Dolce and had a busy, but wonderful day! First, she got her feet done when I got to the barn (I totally forgot she was having that done 😣) Then we went for a quick lunge. She was wonderful. After I tacked her up to ride. Also great, just a bit lazy. 😂 We did a little jump school, and jumped a few courses. Dolce was fantastic. All fantastic distances and leads (except one chip in, my bad princess!). Then I brushed her and got her ready for our little photo shoot, which she was a very good girl for! I can’t wait to see the pictures 😍Thanks for an amazing day, @leatherhalter (she also took this picture)

A path to follow - Emily part 2

So for My Emily cosplay I felt that I at least needed the sword. It is so far the only prop I have but if I have time I wanna make more props.

It is not 100% accurate, the color for example, mine is more lighter silver than the original and that is because it was the only metallic paint I had.  

The blade is very simple with none of the ridges the original has and that is because I made a choice of having it super accurate or fold-able  and that is much cooler.

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My Grandmother's Doll Just Licked Me

My grandmother died a few weeks back at the ripe old age of 85, passing away peacefully in her sleep. By all accounts, she lived a damn good life, and I tried my very best to make it so. Lord knows she did the same for me.

This has been a difficult post for me to write. You see, when a treasured loved one dies, especially one that you grew up with, the little solar system of your life is thrown completely out of orbit. Not that mine was ever all that stable in the first place.

My parents died in a car accident when I was two years old, and I was a little too young at the time to fully absorb the emotional impact of being orphaned. When the prospect of being put into the foster system was brought up by the family lawyer, grandma took me in without a second thought. Her home was our home; it’s where I built my childhood.

Honestly, you’d never meet a more charitable woman than my grandma. From the second I came into her life, all the way up to her death (and even beyond) she’s provided for me without fail.

Another interesting thing about grandma is the fact she was mute. I’m not talking about selective mutism here, I’m talking full-blown, constant silence. I’ve known that woman for my entire 32 years of life, and while I got used to it within a few months, to some it seems crazy that I never heard a word from her.

Of course, we had our own ways of communicating back then. I picked up sign language pretty quickly, as kids tend to, and she always used to write on this little chalk board for me. I thought it was awfully cute at the time.

I got a call from her lawyer a few days after she passed, telling me she’d left her entire estate to me in her will. It doesn’t matter how well you know a person, that kind of thing always hits you deep: everything that wasn’t covered by her donor card now belonged to me.

A week or two passed, some papers were signed, and money changed hands.  The wheels of bureaucracy turned slowly as ever, as my grandma’s possessions became my possessions, and some eager patients became happy recipients of grandma’s remarkably healthy liver, kidneys, and lungs.

Like I said, she was the giving type.

The home was an old Georgian place: two storeys, three bedrooms, and a well-maintained garden. I felt like a kid who just got a pony for Christmas. The problem was, I’m not a rich enough guy to pay the rent on an apartment and a house, and I’m not such a heartless bastard that I’d immediately sell my childhood home either – especially on this bipolar property market.

I was speaking to a good friend of mine about it over a few drinks, and it was his idea to convert it into a rental property. I mulled it over when I was sober, of course, but my office job wasn’t going anywhere, so I decided that being a landlord might be a welcome change of pace.

That was when things started to go downhill.

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gundilias  asked:

Yesterday I had the biggest laugh in some time. See, a few years back I participated in a Portal Secret Santa and made a Ratman picture. I totally forgot about this and went on going through other fandoms and such and yesterday a friend and I discovered that I made that picture for you?? And after all this time I follow you again for TAZ??? Idk it made me laugh like...how small is this world? have a good day!

oh i remember that pic!!! thats funny, its weird how people in old fandoms just run in to each other again

so i just watched the j2 panel at MinnCon...

i got to the part where jensen had to tell the boat ‘couple celebratory’ trip with misha. and this face happened to jensen during the forgot-about-the-neutral story…

and then this face happened when jensen started telling about the stripping misha story…

also jared closing his eyes maybe picturing the moment in his mind…

and then this face happened after jensen had told the story about diving underneath the boat and untangle them…

but then this face happened AGAIN when jensen continuing his story about crab trap…

then they all couldn’t hold their laughter any longer. and the golden moment ended with jared making it sound even dirtier…

and jensen felt satisfied about it.

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Happy May 4th to all you Star Wars fans out there. I did a painting of an X-Wing because my vehicle painting game is weak lmao so I wanted some more practice. I had to stare at a reference for a pretty long time to do this (Just the picture of the X-Wing on Wookiepedia.) So it’s nothing too fancy.

Been playing a lot of Rogue Squadron 3D on Steam lately. I forgot how hard it is to get Gold on some of the missions. :b

Today’s the day I’ve been counting down to for THREE years. I can’t believe my second album is out!! It’s been such a long time coming. This album is completely different than my last one. I had a lot more control over it, and it’s just more…me. Seeing my picture all over Time Square this morning was one of the best feelings ever. I forgot how it feels to be so excited about something.

CLYDE: Hey, hey Craig.

CLYDE: Everybody loves Stripe.

CRAIG: Good. Stripe needs all the support she can get if she’s going to be the next new cover model of the Victoria’s Secret magazine.

CLYDE: I’m rooting for her.

CLYDE: Dude, Craig’s on his phone, like, all the time.

CLYDE: And he’s always taking pictures, so duh. He’s got all sorts of pictures of us on his phone.

CLYDE: Here, lemme show you some of my favorites…

CLYDE: This one is pretty great. We were all posing for what may have been the greatest group selfie ever created, but then I had to sneeze. Craig took the picture anyways.

CLYDE: There’s another pic where I didn’t sneeze and it looks great, but honestly this is the only version you need to see.

CRAIG: I like this version better anyways.

CLYDE: Oh yeah and then there’s this picture.

CLYDE: Hot damn.

CLYDE: Wow Craig, I didn’t think you kept this one on your phone. Do you like my ass? Is that what this is suggesting?

CRAIG: No, wait. Show them the next picture.

CRAIG: Haha, you were posing right on Stan’s locker and Stan looked so visibly disgusted by what you were doing. It was great.

CLYDE: Yeah okay, but my butt is still on point even when I was caught in the act. You’ve gotta admit.

CLYDE: I think this one is probably my favorite. Well, recent favorite.

CLYDE: Craig, remember this?

CRAIG: Yeah. I was gonna delete that, but I finally got Tweek to stop moving mid-picture. I couldn’t retake it afterwards so I just had to deal, I guess.

CLYDE: It’s a good thing you didn’t. It’s a masterpiece and you know it.

CLYDE: Oh wow, I completely forgot about this.

CLYDE: I didn’t even know you took a picture at all.

CRAIG: Of course I did. I wanted to take a picture before you got your face beat in.

CLYDE: I appreciate that you wanted to capture my pre-fight beauty.

CRAIG: Yeah cause your post-fight beauty wasn’t a pretty sight.

CLYDE: Hey, I did a pretty good job!

CRAIG: At getting your ass handed to you on a silver plate, yeah.

CLYDE: PSSH. PSSSSSH. PSH.

CRAIG: Make noises all you want, you still lost the fight.

CLYDE: Shut up.

CRAIG: Hey wait, I wanna show them a couple of my favorite pictures.

CLYDE: It’s not the one where I fell asleep in class and you all drew dicks on my face, is it?

CRAIG: No, no, this one’s better.

CRAIG: This was simultaneously the best and worst day of my life.

CLYDE: Oh no! Don’t show them that!

CRAIG: Too late dude I’m gonna post this for you.

CLYDE: Why did you even take a picture of this?

CRAIG: Because it was really, really funny.

CLYDE: At least explain what’s going on so I don’t look stupid.

CRAIG: Heheheh. Okay.

CRAIG: Basically, I let Clyde hold Stripe for a few, a few weeks back.

CRAIG: And Clyde, being the clumsy gorilla that he is, dropped Stripe. Can you believe that? He actually did that.

CLYDE: It was an accident!

CRAIG: So was our friendship.

CLYDE: Wow! That hurts, man.

CRAIG: I know, I’m sorry.

CRAIG: But yeah he drops Stripe, and so I told him I was going to kill him.

CLYDE: Casually, as best bros, of course.

CRAIG: Yeah. And then I made him dig his own grave, and I even made him his own gravestone. Here look–

CLYDE: Couldn’t you have made it wittier or, I don’t know, cooler or something?

CRAIG: I thought it was good.

CRAIG: I spent at least five minutes trying to tape the paper to the stick, so you know I was committed.

CRAIG: Here is Clyde, in his grave, ready to be buried for his sins.

CLYDE: I had to go home covered in dirt and my dad got mad at me.

CLYDE: Then I had to go back out and help cover the hole because Craig’s dad got mad at me too. I hated that day.

CRAIG: It was pretty awesome.

CLYDE: Okay that’s enough pictures I think. I don’t want to uncover any more horrible pictures of me.

CRAIG: You mean all the ones that show how lame you are?

CLYDE: Yes, exactly.

anonymous asked:

As I think back on the series of ONCE, I think the Camelot arc was so romantic for Captain Swan--I kinda wish the wedding would have happened there. The twists at the end of the arc would have been all the more powerful, given that everyone forgot--including Hook, and all the more heartbreaking for Emma.

hm. i don’t think i agree—not because being the dark one changed emma, because actually, looking at it as a full picture, it really didn’t change her that much. it just put her more in touch with her emotions and pushed her to follow those, good or bad. there are a lot of things i wish they would’ve done differently about season 5, but i think in terms of emma, they had it right.

i’m happy with the pacing, honestly. s2, establish connection. s3, will they/won’t they. s4, entering a relationship. s5, admit their love. s6, the marriage. CS has been perfectly arced and, all earlier drama of 6B aside, i’ve had about zero complaints. but i see what you’re saying!

If You Care - Part 5

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Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

Genre: Angsty, (coming soon) smut

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol / Oh Sehun.

Word Count: 1,930

Summary: When Chanyeol’s old friend comes back from studying abroad, you find yourself seeing him less and less. Your boyfriend hasn’t been paying attention to you, so Sehun steps in to comfort you instead.


PART 5

Friday came faster than you expected. It was a beautiful night. You were excited to go out with your friends. It had been a long time since you had gone to a club. But tonight, you were going. And one of your favorite artists just so happened to be going, to top it all off. If you got Giriboy’s autograph, your life would be complete. Either that or a picture would satisfy you. Hell, if he even looked at you, you’d be satisfied.

With a smile, you looked at yourself in the mirror, analyzing your face. Your lips were a nude but slightly pink color. Your eyeliner had come out perfectly for once and the new mascara you’d bought the other day really did make your eyelashes longer. You were wearing a black dress. You’d bought it a few days ago, deciding that it was perfect and that you just had to have it or you’d die.

You’d outdone yourself tonight. Chanyeol had no idea what he was missing. You’d be posting pictures all over social media so that he could see exactly what he was currently missing out on. You had every intention of making him wish that he had spent his time with you instead of spending all of it with Yuna.

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Forgot how much I love all these team photos :) Esp that both Minato and Kakashi had to force two members into the picture each time! I just think when Kakashi does it he must flashback to when Minato did it to him and Obito. Then, there’s all the rookie 9′s personalities captured in one instant… Neji’s attitude, Shikamaru’s clearly thinking how troublesome it all is, Kiba’s smile, etc!