i just remembered i took it

Sorry i havent been around much this weekend fam, I’m having a low key allergic reaction to something and I’ve had a migraine all day so my brain is just mush and I can’t remember if I took my antihistamines or not. It’s a fun time inhabiting this meat husk sometimes it really is.

when i was 4 or 5 years old i remember waking up in the middle of the night to some strange light in my room. right in front of my bed i saw a figure with huge wings kneeling on a chair. it didnt have a head, i remember it looking like it had eyes where his collarbones should be. it was just staring me down with those large red glowing eyes. i got scared and hid under the covers. after few years i started gaining interest in paranormal and i learned about mothman. i used to have sleeping paralyzis but i know that time i was wide awake cause i could move. my ex once jokingly told me that mothman could be my father because of my love for moths (but i kinda took it seriously)

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do 22 with modern!Kylo please?

22. “Come over here and make me.”

A/N: Uhh this got away from me, hope you like it as much as I do! I love hearing from you guys :)

One of the perks of being friends with Rey was that her family owned a lake house, which she took you with her to visit during the summer. Of course, it wasn’t almost too perfect, and the cost was possible encounters with her horrible cousin Kylo.

“Oh come on Y/N, he’s not that bad,” Rey defends.

“Rey! He literally poured his milkshake all over me because I teased him about his motorcycle, he can’t take a joke. He always wants to get in a fight with me and-ugh I’m getting angry just thinking about him.”

You remember something else, “Oh and he’s also a complete perv, confirmed. Remember how he wouldn’t stop staring at me when we where getting ready to go out one evening, he’s an ass!” You add. “God I hate Ren,” You mumbled under your breath. He annoyed you to know end, if asked if you had any enemies you would probably say him.

“Yeah that was bad, but Y/N, that was a few years ago. He was still going crazy with all of those ‘boy’ hormones, he’s calmed down a lot.”

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Lost Notebook, Reward Offered

AU: Roommates

Board location: B5

It had to be somewhere. She’d already torn apart her desk, her backpack, and her purse. She’d checked the lost and found in the department office and retraced her last day’s worth of steps. Shirayuki’s life was hectic enough with her planner in hand. With it gone, she just didn’t know what to do. There was no knowing what she was going to miss.

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When it was time for lunch, Asher fired up the grill and began cooking the fish they had caught earlier that morning.

“Do you need any help cooking?” Elena asked him as she took a seat on the cooler nearby. “You don’t have to do everything yourself.”

“No, thank you. Please stay as far away from the food as you can.”

“Hey! That’s not fair, I can make some things you know.”

“Oh, yeah? Name one.”

“Toast,” she replied, grinning up at him playfully. “I make excellent toast, just ask Briella.”

“Does burning something make it excellent?”

“I don’t burn my toast!”

“You almost burned down the kitchen that one time, remember?”

“Oh, stop exaggerating, it didn’t catch fire. It just filled the kitchen with smoke, is all.”

“Exactly my point, sweetheart. You can’t even make toast without a mishap. Just sit there while I finish this. You can help me clean up after, okay?”

“Fine, have it your way,” she replied, pretending to pout. “But if you mess up any of the food this weekend, I’ll mock you for the rest of the trip.”

“You have a deal. I never mess anything up, and since I won’t let you near the food, I’m not worried in the least.”

“Now you’re just trying to bait me, Asher.”

“Maybe a little,” he said, grinning as he placed the fish onto a plate. “But I’m about to make it up to you with this delicious meal.”

“Sounds great to me, I’m starving.”

“Then let’s eat.”

baionikkudragon  asked:

Well, you can do whatever you want here but i absolute hate how you "hate" a character who a lot of people like, specially me. Jay is a good character, but is good for us! You have your opinion but remember, this is not funny anymore!

oh,, n,,o,,, gyuyts… thtiis iissnt//., funny anymre”””!!!! whwhwhat is ss tunmnblr ususer baiaonkidkdudragojn gonn  na ddo to mmeE!!  iimm sososo scareed…

Legit though this is the fucking internet and if you can’t handle a joke blog that’s meant to be humourous you should just get the fuck off it. If you took a second to actually take in my content you’d realise I’m just kidding. 

You sound so damn hypocritical anyways, “I hate how yo hate a charatceR!!” and then “but its an opinion (:”

and anyways… Loads of people like Lloyd Garmadon?? Loads of people like Morro? But no it’s okay for you to hate them isn’t it? :) You have priveleges. But whats this?? Orlando here is owner of blog i-hate-jay???  she must be evil!! For saying “I hate jay”!! that threatens me and my insecure love for a lego brick!!

Maybe get off Tumblr if you are upset with people having blogs that you may disagree with

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there was also a dude who impersonated an MI5 agent and he very apparently took his titles from james bond, because his IT company was in trouble and he didnt want to lose his boat. and then he just. kept going with it

oh my god

this guy is my hero

did you ever hear about the guy who just. he just really hated the nazis. he was this italian guy i think? and he really wanted to spy for the allies but like?? no one would listen to him. so he just went to the fascists instead and was like “hey i’ll spy for you” but really he just fuckin trolled them and gave them fake info to fuck with them. and eventually MI6 hires him like “damn dude you actually are pretty good at this” and he was like “yea no shit i tried to tell ya” and he made up a bunch of fake identities to screw up axis plans and make them think they were being targeted by some sort of deep cover black ops hit team

anyway yea he’s kinda my hero bc he single handedly fucked with a good amount of axis higher ups out of pure fuckin spite and if that ain’t a damn mood 


Midoriya Izuku ⟺ Bakugou Katsuki color scheme swap (insp.)

— dedicated to & suggested by Aaron (@yaboymidoriya)

“I lost my job last week.  I was there for six years.  It was the first job I’ve ever lost.  It’s hard not to take it personally when someone tells you that you’re not needed.  There were ten people on my team, and I’m the one they chose.  So my mind has been running through all the possible things I could have done wrong.  The first few days were the hardest.  I spent a lot of time crying.  But m…y birthday was a few days ago, and my friends took me out for a taco night.  And it woke me up.  I started laughing.  I couldn’t even remember why I’d felt so sad.   My life was so much bigger than that job.  I’m healthy, I live in a wonderful city, and I have a great group of friends.  I just lost a small piece of the pie.”

I really don’t think people who aren’t Autistic or who don’t struggle with sensory issues understand that when it comes to certain stimuli, those things provoke actual feelings of pain, nausea, disgust, discomfort, etc for people that are Autistic/have sensory processing disorder.

Take “picky eating.” I was labelled a “picky eater” even as a little toddler. I couldn’t eat sauce, tomatoes, or have my food touching other foods. People said stuff like “She’ll grow out of it” or “She’ll eat it if she’s actually hungry” or “Tastebuds change; she’ll like it when she’s older!" 

But the fact was, if it was a food I couldn’t eat, I literally couldn’t eat it. I’d try to eat lasagna and start crying, and gagging, and I’d have to spit it out. Guess what? I didn’t "eat when I was hungry” if it was one of those foods, I just didn’t eat. This was especially an issue when I started going to school and daycare (I eventually got a note from my doctors that detailed my Autism diagnosis and sensory problems, so that the local kids center would provide me with alternative meals. They treated it the same way they did with kids with allergies, basically.) 

Also, I didn’t “grow out of it.” I still cannot eat tomatos, sauces, and most mixed food dishes. Because I just can’t even make my mouth chew and swallow without gagging and spitting the food out. Just a couple months ago I went to grab some chicken wraps from the local taco place, and I asked specifically that they hold the sauce. But they didn’t, so when I took a bite I got a mouthful of pain and chucked it right into my napkin (gross, I know. I’m making a point here though.)

So when Autistic people, or anyone with a sensory processing related disorder, tells you that they cannot handle something-whether that means being touched, wearing certain clothes, being around noise, or eating certain foods-remember what I just said. That’s how it feels, when people willfully ignore our reminders and warnings about our stimuli and triggers. That’s what you’re doing when you touch someone when they tell you it hurts them, or make them wear that suit or outfit, or put sauce on their food when they politely ask you not to. Granted, overload is different and presents differently in everyone, but bottom line-you’re choosing to disrespect someone’s boundaries, and their medical issues, and you are hurting them when you force certain stimuli on them after they’ve asked you to stop. Just respect people, and don’t shame people for not being able to handle or do the same stuff other people can. 

i mentioned the recent confusion about my intimidating guns and the clever solution that i solved it with to steve, and he helpfully illustrated my success. 

i knit that sweater myself you guys, im very proud. 


Are You Happy? photoshoot; requested by @sougoii

May I present to you: Jensen “I Hate Cats” Ackles and Misha “My True Form Is an *Actual* Cat” Collins

So I’m reposting this image on my art blog because it’s buried on a blog I no longer use, and this image deserves to see the light of the sun again.

This was from Chicon 2015.  There’s a pretty funny story that goes with it.

My friend and I came up with the idea to ask them to wear cat ears.

(Here I am, trying to push the blame off on her… let’s be real: this was MY idea.)

Anyway, we giggled at the thought of asking them to wear the cat ears and play with a ball of yarn because, I guess, we’re bad people? It was funny talking about it. It was funny planning it. 

But then, when you’re standing in line holding two headbands with cat ears clipped to them and clutching a tangled ball of yarn and slowly approaching two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, it maybe doesn’t sound as funny anymore.  Because you’re going to have to look these men, who you are suddenly TERRIFIED of, right in their BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN EYES and ask them to do something VERY silly.

My friend and I planned our strategy while waiting in line. Everyone says that the photo ops go SO FUCKING FAST. Well, they’re not lying. We knew we wouldn’t have a ton of time to explain what we wanted them to do. My friend asked me if we were actually going to do this. It wasn’t too late for us to take our own ears off and stash the pairs we brought for Jensen and Misha and just ask for  hug instead. But no, I had bought those damn rainbow cat ears, and I had this image in my head, and I was all in at that point. We agreed that she would hold Jensen’s pair and go straight to him and explain, and I would hold Misha’s pair and the yarn, and do the same for him.

It was finally our turn. I made a beeline for Misha, holding out the ears in offering. His eyes zeroed in on the headband and he gave a bemused smile.

“CanyoupleaseputtheseonMishapleasethankyou!” I managed to squeak out. Misha smiled and took the headband and put it on, and the moment those ears touched his head he got this haughty little look on his face. His back arched just a little bit.  I swear, in that moment, that man became a fucking cat. He somehow just casually embodied the collective universal feline energy, and it was instantaneous.

I glanced over at my friend, and she’d clearly asked Jensen the same thing, because he took the headband, and with the BIGGEST, MOST EXAGGERATED long-suffering sigh and a massive eye roll, he put the ears on his head. He looked fucking adorable. And grumpy. He literally WAS a grumpy cat.

We moved in to pose, and I remembered the yarn. I held it out at them, babbling something like, “Canyouguys, justlike,  playwiththeyarntogetherTHANKYOUSO MUCHOHGODOHGODOHGOD”. Misha grabbed the yarn and held it out to Jensen, who gave another eye roll.  I stepped back, unable to do anything other than SQEE internally. And then…click. It was done.

They took their headbands off and handed them back to us. Misha fussed with his hair.  Jensen was actually smiling, but in a very sassy, y’all are weird and I don’t understand you and I think there is actually something wrong with you kind of way. My friend and I thanked them profusely, and we started walking away, dazed and euphoric.

We must have gotten about five feet away when we both heard Jensen call out, “I FUCKING HATE CATS!” We looked over our shoulders, and Jensen and Misha cracking up was the last thing we saw as we were ushered out of the room.


So yeah. That’s the story of how Misha is apparently an avatar of sacred feline grace, and Jensen just really fucking hates cats.

And now this image exists.

You’re welcome, internet.


Also, I’ve recently started using this as a meme background for my “Quotes Without Context” on my meme page.

The quote that inspired me to use this image?

“I’d rather be watching the news with my cat.”

If anyone is interested in were I got the ears, they were purchased from PricelessCompanions on Etsy. They are awesome.

Tabi being tickled 😂
🔗 dynotabi


Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Sooooo you might have noticed the Google Doodle is a bit more colorful than usual?

I’m beyond honored to have had the chance to create a doodle for Gilbert Baker, creator of the rainbow flag representing diversity, unity, acceptance and pride.

The first flag was pieced together by Baker, he and others hand-dyed fabric and sewed it in an attic in San Francisco.

I wanted a doodle with the same hand-made feeling, so I took it upon myself to learn to sew (not easy, btw) and recreated the original 8-color flag in my tiny kitchen in SF…literally home made! It was especially inspiring knowing I was filming just a few blocks down from where Gilbert made his original flag.

This doodle was beyond personal to me. As an LGBT person, I remember seeing the rainbow flag in the Sochi Olympics Doodle and feeling an enormous measure of acceptance, support and pride. That moment was one of the reasons I wanted to join the Doodle Team, in hopes of opportunities to speak out and both brighten and strengthen people’s days.

If seeing this on the homepage today can offer support for someone dealing with any sort of hardship, it will have been more than worth it (even learning to sew).

Happy Pride ❤️💛💚💙💜


Not sure if this was in the anime but man did I think this was gold when I first saw it

Syke I still think its gold