i need this to keep me going

I’m staying right here

I have a backup URL picked out and it is AMAZING, but I’m not going to use it. But there are some things I need to say before I can intellectually move on, if you care, feel free to keep reading. This is longer than I usually write, sorry.

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i’m  going  to  be  doing  a  CLEAN  OUT  of  this  blog.  this  means  i’m  going  to  be  unfollowing  a  LOT  of  people.  give  this  a  like  maybe  if  you’re  interested  in  remaining  mutuals.  and  ONLY  if  you’re  interested  in  writing  with  me.  the  reason  i  lose  muse  here  a  lot  is  because  i  feel  the  dash  is  filler  with  mutuals  who’ve  only  added  me  for  follower  count  or  whatever.

Music Series: Wreck of the Day by Anna Nalick

This is a throwback that I still love to sing along to, especially when I’m having a bad day. “Wreck of the Day” by Anna Nalick, which can be heard on Spotify HERE, or via my Spotify playlists: Gloomy Poops or the Harry Styles Imagines playlist. This is Part One, and I will post Part Two shortly, followed by Part Three later today.

Just a little note: I am going to spend part of this holiday week re-reading back through my currently posted imagines. I know I sometimes write similar storylines, and many times it is due to the fact I’ve not read back over my current ones in a long time. I hope they are enough different to keep you interested. It’s been a long time since I’ve read them, and although my readers are very good at telling me when one of my imagines needs a sequel, I’ve lost track. I’m also working on a Navigation page and better tagging system to make it easier for my readers to search through my imagines, so re-reading will help with that, too. If any of you can think of a MS imagine needing a sequel, please message me, thanks! xo



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anonymous asked:

Babying sleepy jet lag harry :( trying to keep him up so he can go back to a regular sleep schedule. “Harry come on just four more hours” “no baby I’m baby not harry”

He’s soooo sleepy that he’s finding himself funnier than usual. He’s cracking himself up. And it’s the cutest thing ever.

He buries his face in your neck and rubbing his stubble obnoxiously against your neck. “Baby I need to sleep.”

You poke at his cheek. “HEY. NO. Wake up. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

But he doesn’t respond. Instead, he lets out a fake snore against your skin that makes you scrunch your shoulder up. “Harrrrrrrryyyyy!”

And he just giggles and then lets out a long groan/whine. “I AM SLEEEEEEPY, Y/N.”

Good Morning Monday Motivator

So, I promised I would start blogging again and getting back to this whole… “thing” 

First, you need to know the “why” I was not blogging, in order to reap the benefits of what I hope to sow. I am not going to be detailed or expose too much just a glimpse into the past, the present, and then begin the journey into the future. 

I have and always suffered from depression, and most recently anxiety. I am an ADD adult and require structure in my life to keep my focus and to maintain those emotional balances to keep me moving ahead. Several years ago, life simply changed, I was in an unhealthy place, and it changed. I recovered, I rebuilt and I restructured my life to succeed. Then it changed again, due to the tiniest of pebbles that created a landslide, I lost it all once more, and for the last two years, I have been struggling to rebuild that sense of professional and personal structure, that allows me to self-manage my mental health. Once more, and with the help of medication, I am ready to get back on track. 

Why share this with you? Becuase, each person needs to know that no matter how “handicapped” we are due to mental health It is something we need to talk about and share some part of our story in order to begin to help others. 

So, what is my goal? To get back on track with my fitness, To get all of my work and professional businesses moving. To repair and rebuild (hopefully) some lost relationships. Will this happen overnight? No. Will this require daily effort and work? Yes. Will it require tempering and forging, the process of folding myself and reworking myself over and over until I have the honed tool I seek? Yes. 

What will this all bring about? A happier and healthier me. And perhaps, pay it forward to others that need inspiration in their own story. 

The Quiet Things That Nobody Knows: Chapter 1

It had been discovered that Eddie was, in fact, deaf, and that discovery seemed to have doomed him to a life of isolation.

After his father passed away when he was 5, Eddie’s mother seemed to have snapped. As overbearing and protective as she was before, she had become obsessed with Eddie and needed him to he near her at all times, claiming it was for his wellbeing. After all, deaf people can’t possibly live like normal people.

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First of all, I need to thank everyone for being so patient while writer’s block beat me over the head with a stick…repeatedly.  I see other authors all the time dealing with people ask rudely for the next update.  All I have ever received from you all was love and encouragement.  I hope this chapter reaches your expectations.  I was happy with the chapter earlier but when I keep looking at it, I keep finding things wrong with it.  So I hope it is okay.  

Please let me know what you think. 

I am now going to go and take more medicine for my head cold and then hopefully pass out.  I will try to take on the Demon Leo chapter tomorrow.

Love you guys!! <3


“He just went to sleep?”

“Yes! I couldn’t believe it! All…THAT…just to get me to wear his hoodie!”

You laughed at JiYoon’s frustrations. The boys were currently on stage while you two were hidden away in the waiting room gossiping about what had happened last night. Thankfully, the guys had to dull their senses while performing because it would mess with their timing and concentration. Otherwise, they would hear a lot of things you didn’t want them to.

“But, you didn’t have any…problems?” You grabbed a couple of sodas from the snack bin and handed her one.


“Yeah, like with Wonshik. I mean, you were comfortable with him doing all that?” You were concerned that given her previous situation, that she would be afraid of being closer to someone. They had been together for a while but you worried about how far JiYoon wanted to go.

“Oh! Um, strangely, no. I always thought that I’d never be able to have someone touch me again but Wonshik makes me feel different. I’m not afraid with him. I honestly don’t think it would have worked with anyone else. I-I don’t think I would have stopped him if it went further.” A heavy pink dusted her cheeks as she smiled shyly. You were happy for her.

“Well, at least you got further than I did! Ugh, I was so….frustrated. And do you realize how heavy he is? Took me forever to get him off me and rolled over!”

“THAT’S why you’ve barely spoken to me all morning?!”

You froze when you heard Taekwoon’s voice. You’d been so focused on JiYoon’s story that you hadn’t noticed his heartbeat getting stronger. You looked at JiYoon, wide-eyed, and she laughed.

“You should probably run.”

“God, no! He likes it when I do that.”

The growl you heard sent a chill up your spine. You’d left him so confused this morning when you gotten up, got dressed, and was ready to go to the venue without even waking him up. You met JiYoon for breakfast and let Taekwoon’s manager wake him up. JiYoon had done basically the same thing except Wonshik had already been awake.

You turned to see Taekwoon’s red eyes ignite before Hakyeon ushered him forcefully into the dressing room. Luckily fo you, they had only come back for a wardrobe change. What you really had to worry about was when the concert was over.

Unfortunately for Wonshik, he had come into the waiting room a little too late and hadn’t been able to hear what JiYoon had said. He walked by and gave a shy wave to JiYoon, giggled, and made a beeline for the dressing room.

Turning to JiYoon, you both rolled your eyes and laughed. As soon as the boys were dressed in different outfits, they hurried back out to the stage. You knew Taekwoon was itching to come after you. Especially now that he knew you had wanted to go further than you had last night. He never missed an opportunity.

“JiYoon, you know, we never really hang out. We live close but we never go out by ourselves. Maybe we should do something together tonight.” The tone in your voice was mischievous to say the least. And JiYoon caught on quickly.

“Oh, you’re right! We never do anything! What should we do?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. We can just walk around the town and see what catches our eye.”

You stayed until the end of the concert and then persuaded one of the managers to drive you to the hotel. Right after you arrived, Taekwoon called you.

“Where did you go?”

“JiYoon and I came back to the hotel for a bit to change clothes and such. We decided to have a girls only date since we never really hang out.”

“Oh. Okay, well, um….keep your phone on you and call me if you need something. You’ll come back to our room, right?”

He sounded so hopeful that you didn’t have the heart to even pretend to refuse him. You had yet to really discuss what happened last night nor did you reveal that Hyuk had taken a video of some of it. And you hadn’t been mad that he’d left you hanging but it was too sweet not to torture him. He was just way too cute when he got riled up.

You took a shower and got dressed. You wanted to dress in something sexy but alas, it was just not your forte. Opting for shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, you decided that it was the best you could do. You went to knock on JiYoon’s door to find her already dressed and ready to go. Her tight jeans and even tighter tshirt left nothing to the imagination. Although, her modesty compelled her to wear a light jacket over the ensemble.

“Wonshik would keel over.” She laughed shyly and followed you as you both rode the elevator down to the first floor.

You had only made it about a block from the hotel when you noticed the company van headed down the street towards you both. You nudged JiYoon and gestured towards the van. The van slowed a bit and the middle window lowered. In the middle seats sat Jaehwan and Taekwoon. You spotted Wonshik breaking his neck to move to the middle seat to see JiYoon.

You both threw your hands up, smiled, and waved at the group. Taekwoon’s eyes slowly traveled down your body and back up again. The action caused your face to heat up.

“Well, you ladies look like you’re up to no good.” Jaehwan snickered beside Taekwoon, leaning back as the panther all but sprawled over him to lean out the window.

“Do you want any company?” Taekwoon’s voice indicated that desperately wanted out of the van.

You curled your arm around JiYoon’s and shook your head.

“Nope. This time it’ll be just us girls. You guys must be tired from the concert. Just go back and relax.”

“I’m not tired.” Wonshik spoke up, bright blue eyes trained on JiYoon.

“Hyung, you were just passed out a minute ago until we saw the girls.” Hyuk laughed when Wonshik growled at him.

“You girls go have some fun and we’ll head back to the hotel. Don’t worry about us!” Hakyeon waved us on and spoke to the manager to drive on. Both Taekwoon and Wonshik gave Hakyeon a look that would have withered a weaker man.

You gave one more look back at the van as they drove away and made a mental promise to make it up to Taekwoon later. Maybe.

After grabbing something to eat, you both decided to just walk around and take in the town. It had been at least an hour and you were surprised that your phone had been quiet the whole time.

“You know, I hate to say it because I might jinx it, but its nice to just walk around without murderous hybrids after you.” JiYoon sighed as you took a turn down an alley that headed back towards the hotel.

“Very true. Its been a really crazy year. It definitely wasn’t what I expected when I moved here. But, even with all that, I don’t regret it. I’m happy. And I know you’re happier. Wonshik can’t stop smiling.”

JiYoon giggled and you started to say something but stopped. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Listening carefully, you heard Taekwoon’s heartbeat close by. Very close.

“Oh, no.”


You turned slowly and stared down the long alleyway behind you. JiYoon turned to look as well but neither of you could see well in the darkness. Plenty of lights were in the direction you were walking, but the other way was pitch black.

Finally, down at the end of the alley, you saw two sets of eyes. One blue. One green.

As soon as you saw them, you heard the growls. Adrenaline coursed through you and your heart picked up speed.

“We’ve apparently been gone too long. We’re being hunted.” You smiled a bit at the excitement.

“So, what should we do? Call it a night?” JiYoon laughed and you heard the slight challenge in her voice. It mimicked your own.

“Hell no.” You forced your eyes away from the green and looked at her. “They’re not gonna win that easily.”

After a couple of seconds, you both nodded your heads that you were ready and took off. You headed straight for the hotel with JiYoon hot on your heels.

You could hear the footsteps behinds you coming faster and faster. The sound only urged your body to run faster. You knew you couldn’t outrun a panther. But, you were definitely going to try.

You made it to the end of the alley and turned sharply to the right, heading towards the back entrance of the hotel. Everyone had used this entrance when you’d first arrived to minimize any possible ruckus. Now, it was your only choice in order to win.

You knew you could have used the front entrance and the amount of people there would have forced Taekwoon to stop chasing you. But there was no fun in that.

Reaching the door, you pulled it open and ran in. Turning around, you expected to see JiYoon come in after you but, instead, she ran past the door. You pulled the door towards you, closing it and looking through the large window, just as Wonshik ran past to follow JiYoon. At almost the same time, Taekwoon appeared on the other side of the door, smacking his hands on either side of the door jam, causing you to jump. Both of you stood there, frozen. The pure predatory shine in his eyes caused your heart to skip. He must have heard it as his lips turned in a sinister smirk. He could easily pull on the door and have you in his arms in seconds. But, that would ruin the hunt. Taekwoon preferred to play with his food.

Your hotel room was only on the third floor and the stairs were right behind you. However, you knew you would never make it. There was only one thing that would slow him down and he knew it. You just didn’t want to use it.

Hesitating only a second more, you took off again. You let go of the back door, turned and slung open the door to the stairs. You raced up the steps, almost losing your footing a time or two. You were almost to the first landing when the door behind you swung open again. You expected him to run up the stairs towards you but he just stood there.

You stood on the first landing, panting. Although there were lights in the stairwell, they paled in comparison to the green glow coming from Taekwoon’s eyes. You kept eye contact with him as you climbed the next step. He mimicked your movements and ascended one step as well. Neither of you said anything to the other. It was a silent game of cat and mouse.

When you reached the last set of stairs before the third floor landing, he began to take two steps to your one. You furrowed your eyebrows and stopped.

“You’re cheating.” You started up the stairs again to see what he would do.

“I’m hunting.” He stopped when you finally reached the landing for third floor. “I can’t take the risk that you’ll get away. I seem to remember you agreeing to be my prey last night.”

“You remember now?” A flush set upon your cheeks as you saw his eyes glow even more.

“About an hour ago. Wonshik too. I saw him at the elevator earlier and we set out to find you both.” You twitched towards the door when he set his foot on another step.

“Well, who says I still want to be your prey? Maybe I changed my mind.” He chuckled at your attempt to throw him off. It was a dark laugh and it went straight to your belly.

“Your heartbeat tells me differently.”

As soon as his foot hit the next step, you hurled yourself out the door. You heard the growl behind you and you squealed. You took off down the hallway, grabbing the key card out of your back pocket. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t fun. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Thankfully, it was so late at night there were no people wandering about. You reached the door and tried to put the card in the slot on the door, hands shaking. When you got it in there you looked to your left but didn’t see Taekwoon. Before you could look to your right, and arm snaked around your waist and a short, rough growl sounded in your ear.

“Gotcha.” Taekwoon hauled you up against his chest, lifting you clear off the ground, and swiftly carried you through the door.

Once you both were on the other side of the door, he turned you in his arms and lowered his lips to yours. You had expected him to be agressive but he was the exact opposite. His lips were gentle and his hands leisurely encased your hips. After a few moments, he released your lips and placed his forehead on yours.

“Is that how you plan on carrying me across the threshold?” You laughed though you were breathless.

“Maybe. Only if I get to chase you.” He brought his arms fully around you and pulled you closer to his body. “I’m sorry I passed out on you last night. That is definitely NOT how I wanted the evening to end. I wanted to celebrate you agreeing to marry me but I drank too much. Are you mad?”

You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him.

“I’m not mad. Honestly, you are quite cute and playful when you’re drunk. Hyukkie even gave me a video to keep forever.” You laughed at his obvious displeasure at the knowledge of evidence.

“I assume you’ve locked that away in your phone to use as blackmail later.”

“Of course. And when I need a little laugh every now and then.” You shrugged and laughed but it died quickly and he leaned down and hauled you up on his shoulder. A moment later you landed on the bed. You attempted to move away but his hand wrapped around your ankle, cutting off any escape.

“Don’t move.” He let go of your ankle and slid his hand up the length of your leg. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his fingertips stopped just underneath the hem of your shorts. His eyes slowly met yours as he crawled up the bed to hover over you. He truly looked like a big cat closing in on his meal. Black danced around the edges of his irises and you brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

“Green, Taekwoon. I have to be able to walk to the van in the morning.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, glowing green eyes stared back at you. You didn’t mind him losing control but it worked out better when you didn’t have to be around people the next day. His broad shoulders blocked out the light above and you were trapped in his green gaze. His thumb lazily glided back and forth over your thigh, coming dangerously close to where you really wanted it to be. But, of course, Taekwoon liked conversation.

“I promised my parents we would come back for a visit. Maybe we can also visit JangPil….and the hanok?”

You laughed heartedly at his suggestion. “Are you gonna bring me breakfast in bed when I lose my ability to walk?”

He chuckled because he knew he had been caught. “I’m sure I can arrange something.”

He wasted no more time and brought his hands to your shirt, deft fingers undoing the buttons. Once your shirt was taken care of, he moved on to your shorts.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to leap out of that van earlier when I saw you dressed like this.”

“I am embarrassed to admit that I had wanted to dress sexy to rile you up a bit for revenge for last night. But, I am afraid that sexy is not one of my abilities.” You reached up and tugged on his shirt until you were able to get it over his head. He grabbed it and threw it across the room.

“I really wish you could read my mind right now.” He placed a kiss on your stomach as your shorts joined the current pile of clothes on the floor. “Everything you do is sexy. Because you are you. Not just your body. Your heart, mind and everything that makes up you, is sexy.”

He took your hand and kissed the ring on your finger. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and placed it next to your head. Soon after, the other hand was secured to the bed on the opposite side. A barely audible growl rose from his chest as he brought his lips mere centimeters from yours. “And I am so relieved that you are mine. Panthers aren’t really known for sharing.”

Chapter One Done

I know it’s taken me a while, but starting this story has been an epic pain in my arse! The chapter’s short and sweet at just under 4000 words (I’ve sort of promised myself to try and keep the chapters under 5k this time, rather than 12k to 15k, but we’ll see how that goes! You know what I’m like with such things. Remember, Riven Crown’s first chapter wasn’t even 3000 words and look how that ended up.

It’s a mess of a first draft, but here, have a tiny preview.

‘You may not speak of it, but the way you feel for Bilbo gilds every moment you spend with him. You are a different dwarf in his company: the best possible version of yourself. Do not let that slip through your grasp.’

Thorin’s breath caught, sharp like flint in the vault of his ribs. It twisted in him like a knife, threatening to choke him as his hand clenched around the acorn in his grip. ‘And what of Bilbo?’ he rasped, his jaw tight. ‘What do I offer him? A ruined kingdom? An empty kitchen? A land of stone and ice?’ Thorin bowed his head. ‘There is nothing to hold him here, and I would not wish him to remain for my sake. His happiness resides in the Shire.’

‘And yours goes with him.’

The pity in Gandalf’s eyes was more than Thorin could bear, and he turned away, his fingers tightening around the acorn. ‘Keep him safe, won’t you?’ he asked. ‘He has a knack for getting into trouble.’

‘And getting others out of it.’ Unspoken arguments lingered in the air, as if there were more Gandalf wished to say, but he let it go, his voice soft with kindness as he made his promise. ‘Fear not, Thorin. I will see Bilbo back to Bag End by the summer. You have my word.’

This is incredibly difficult to do and I’m having a hard time posting this right now. But things have really taken a downward spiral for me lately, and I need to step down from writing Sirius. Mental health has been really impacting my life and I am having a very difficult time just trying to focus on functioning day to day.

I’m so sorry I’ve held onto him for so long, but I really thought I was getting to a better, easier place.

I am going to miss you all so so much. You’re all so wonderful and talented, and this has been a great group to be a part of. Please feel free to keep in touch on skype (when I can get that working again) or my personal tumblr winter–padfoot.

Again, I’m sorry, and I wish you all the best!

anonymous asked:

Hey Hypaa! I don't know if you need this but I totally feel you in that "work is my life now, I only go home to sleep" thing. This used to be me before I quit and started studying in uni again. I regret not keeping my job now, though, because university is WAY harder and it's making me go nuts. Please keep being you and please keep working just as hard and don't forget to call it quits when you're down! We believe in you and your Ignis-loving trash ass!

Yes, it’s definitely something I needed to hear. I hate that we’re commiserating on something so shitty, but I wish you the best of luck in powering through uni and kicking ass all along the way. Working really is easier than school in a sense, but at least in school I felt like I had more time and energy to do things I liked (martial arts, video games, writing, etc). Now it’s like my job sucks the life out of me along with things in personal life compounding to the point where all I have energy for is listlessly scrolling through Tumblr or rage quitting a mobile game I stg I don’t know why I bother with this piece of shit, my blood pressure rises every time I waste a power up-


But I’m trying to get better. I made myself come home and clean part of the apartment I let go to shit in the past month or so, then I… promptly injured myself but like hey, progress is progress! Then I made myself write drabbles instead of just letting my depression steal my muse from me again, so… hopefully I can work myself out of this relatively pitiful cycle I’ve found myself in as of late.

You’re so sweet to have gone out of your way to reach out, anon. ❤️ I’ll try to keep thotting and smiling, just for awesome folks like y’all.

runrower  asked:

I would recommend going to the hospital if you cannot stop yourself as well as not being alone. Do what it takes to keep yourself safe. You may need to stop taking the medication in order to stop the side effects

if I go to the hospital they’ll take me to a mental ward and keep me there god knows how long and I don’t want that I just want to stop feeling a god damn bad emotion for two minutes and to be able to stop crying and I don’t know what to do anymore I don’t think I’ve ever been this bad and I’m desperate for it to stop and I have maybe 3 people I can’t leave behind because they’d be crushed and I can’t do that to them because I promised I wouldn’t and I don’t want to be selfish but this is becoming unbearable and I honestly, genuinely, don’t know what the fuck to do

Why are donuts so aesthetically appealing? ✨
Now I want one. 😐

So I just gobbled up the last of those oil-free chocolate oat chip cookies I made last week. Which means I need to make a new treat to last me through the next week! 😅

I’ll be doing that on IG Live this evening. It’s going to be a raw cookie. Cashew & walnuts are still dehydrating as we speak. 🤗

All my life I’ve had a bit of a sweet tooth. If I have a couple of cookies on hand I am saving myself from buying any store-bought junk. 😉
Is there something you need to keep on hand so that you don’t screw it all up? 😂 I know that if you don’t have a sweet tooth, you’ve more than likely got a salty one. 😼

Any one here make their own chips? 🤔

anonymous asked:

art anon again sorry for asking so many questions but what do I do if people don’t seem to like my art? i am anxious and need validation to keep be going but i feel like im never good enough and bc of that I post really rarely and I am just a confused bean sorry

No need to be sorry! It’s good that you’re asking these questions, that’s how people learn! :)

Okay so.. I know that it may seem like people might now like your art at first. I felt the same way and it discouraged me a lot. But! That isn’t true!!! Just because people don’t see it, doesn’t mean they don’t like it! Just post more often, and eventually your art will gain traction. A lot of people will begin to see it, which also means a lot of people will begin to love it!

It’s okay to be hesitant at first though. Just know that there are people here for you and people that would LOVE to see your art, no matter what!

Confession time

Uh-uhm, hey everyone, it’s me, Jolica, the mod of this blog. You probably noticed I kinda disappeared - again - and that needs to be explained. I had a couple of thoughts of this blog lately and I’d like to share them with you, since mostly you, my followers inspired me to keep going.

I didn’t just disappeare from here, I haven’t on my personal blog for months. I don’t know, I kind of lost interest from this platform. Actually, I lost interest from every kind of social media patform, except Instagram. So partly, this is why I haven’t been here for ages.

The other reason is… well, sooner or later it always happens, I changed fandoms. I still love fnaf, and I still love my blue bunny, but I’m more interested in other stuffs. (Like Gravity Falls and Hamilton) Aaand because of this, the third reason holds me back from coming online here.

Back then, when I started this blog, I was crazy with coming online. Why? Because I live in Europe, in Hungary. Most of my followers lives in America or other distant countries. The time differences are HUGE. Like… I used to do my make up at 10-11 pm and got online around midnight or 1 am, then I was making gifs till 5 or 6 am!!! Which meant, I didn’t sleep at all in those days.

And now… I’m not sure if it worth it… I’m not sure any of my followers or my RP partners would be around. AND I don’t even have any subject for this bunny to talk about. I just… don’t know what to do with him. And it sucks because I do miss being here, having fun with everyone, and I actually want to make a new outfit for BonBon (I simply fell in love with theblue vest I sewed for Stanford Gleeful). But those reasons above makes me uncertain and… demotivated.

BUT I’m still not saying I’m gonna close this blog and stop trying being here! I’m so thankful for the people who sent me messages while I wasn’t around (I swear I’m gonna answer them today or tomorrow). It makes me believe people are still interested in my Bonbon and I should try more to get motivation for coming online and make new gifs.


I’m contiuning to try to get motivated and be more active over here, so don’t worry! There’s still hope :’D

But now that you all read this long story (which for I’m thankful!!), allow me to promote my instagram a little bit. I mean, if I disappear again, you probably can find me there… Oh, and you can see how did I become a Stanford Pines trash, and soon, you’ll see how do I become an Aaron Burr trash, for cosplaying him!

So, my Instagram.

Thank you, for reading this!


one player per team  ♡  central division:

ALEX DEBRINCAT  —  CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS  →  “obviously, i’m not going to score every game. it’s a tough league – it’s different for me to kind of have to say, ‘oh, you might not score every night and you might not even score for 10 games straight.’ i just kinda gotta keep my head in the game and help the team win in any way. i don’t always need to be the guy scoring.”

mbti run down

i/e: introvert or extrovert we know this, if you arent either then just go with if u keep to urself or if ur loud

s/n: Good Fucking Luck. realist/idealist …basically… kind of.. theres more to it

t/f: this is either the easiest or 2nd hardest its just if u put logic or feelings first

j/p: its like, do you need a schedule or r u free, u dont care/dont like schedules

anonymous asked:

How heavy do you think Gothels hair is? It looks super uncomftorable to me-

Oh my God, Nonny.

Like everyone else on this site, whenever I see that I have a new Ask in my box, I’m always a little apprehensive of what’s in there…

And then I click on it and find something like this in my box and I just burst into happy laughter, because of all the things I might expect to see in my box (good OR bad), this was absolutely NOT one of them.

And it’s a damn good question, because that mess of hair does look super heavy, doesn’t it?! I mean, there is a lot of hair in that wig and I’m not sure there’s any way to make it lighter than it has to be, y’know?

But I do have to say that I like it. Even though Ivy keeps complaining about her needing a stylist, I kinda like the whole hippie-casual vibe it’s got going on. It makes me want to make daisy chains and join a commune. I dunno, it just seems really… peaceful and zen. Which is terrible, because the character is absolutely neither of those things.

Anyway, thank you so much for the question - it literally made my day XD

anonymous asked:

I miss Mickey so much, I’ll never stop wishing he’ll come back and I HATE the way they’re making Mickey/Gallavich look. But. I think (I might be wrong) that Noel doesn’t want to come back. I don’t know why, I don’t know if something happened or if he’s just over it, but I don’t think it’s up to the writers whether Mickey comes back or not (that doesn’t mean they should keep trying to make Gallavich look bad. I hate that. We’re not going to forget about them).

Every time Noel is asked if he will come back he says “Its not up to me.” Every time he is asked if he wants to come back he says he would jump at the opportunity or would love to. Mickey was (and possibly still is) his favorite character. He loves Mickey and the main (If not only) reason he left was because JW wouldn’t give him a much needed raise. And with how he poked some fun with the #dirtiestwhiteboyinamerica on Cams post?! That tells me that Noel still keeps tabs on Shameless when he can and that he misses it possibly. I think Noel does genuinely want to come back. If he didn’t I think he would have found a gentle way to let us know by now and he probably wouldn’t have come back last season.

Mich love, anon! Keep the hope alive! 💜