i saw this it was amazing

So I saw Panic! at the Disco for the 4th time tonight

Brendon Urie had a fever of 102 and still performed. Whenever his voice cracked, he went into his falsetto and kept chugging on. He sat on the side of the stage and told us how much he appreciated us, and how he absolutely refused to cancel because he loves his fans so much.

Dallon was by my corner, and he kept smiling and waving to everyone. He was obviously tired, but he danced along with Brendon for some of the instrumental parts.

I love this band, and will never fail to be amazed by their commitment to their fans.

anonymous asked:

You gave me the courage to finally come all the way out of the closet as bi. I wasn't hiding it so much anymore as just, not being "aggressively" ghey in public and then I saw you and saw Ducky and just decided it was time to stop being scared and stop pretending. So I came out on fb and my entire family has been really great about it (at least to my face) and I really appreciate you being such an out and proud person and inspiring me <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

That’s amazing!!!!! Congratulations!!!!! ❤️❤️

When my heart first cracked,
I spent weeks alone in bed,
Suffocating in blankets,
Binging only on Netflix.
Days filled with,
Staring at walls thinking,
Where it went downhill.
What I did wrong.

This tine it was different.
In a text just as before.
Those words bringing me back.
“I think you’re a great guy,
I really do.”
But this time.
I walk away from my phone,
I go and eat breakfast.

I go to school almost happy.
I do calculus and for a second,
I push you out of my head.
I forget about you.

I want to go back to a time,
When the day is remembered,
As something more,
Than just Thursday.
Back when I didn’t start,
Preparing myself for this,
The moment I met you.

—  you can get used to pain after reliving it enough times // Harper Calloway

anonymous asked:

Elf here from Fantasy Barnes and Noble, Angus won't leave my work, so I gave him a key. I think he lives here now and gets most of his sustenance from our Fantasy Starbucks? Anyways, the other night he fell asleep on the couch in our upstairs loft when I saw Taako suddenly appear in front of him with a blanket. I watched in awe as he draped it silently over the kid and tucked him in. I dropped a book in amazement. Taako turned around and put a finger to his lips, and disappeared.


It just frustrates me how we literally saw Arizona fight for her daughter, had to watch her decide to send her away. The only time we really hear her talk about Sofia is if she’s telling a stranger she’s across the world. I want us to ‘accidentally’ catch Arizona ending a ft call with her, or mid conversation acknowledging that Sofia would like whatever the topic was. Arizona is such an amazing mom, and even though Sofia is gone, I wish they just put a little more effort into acknowledging that. 

smolspiderchild  asked:

I know your mermaid AU is of Wade as the mermaid (which is absolutely amazing btw), but I would love to see your take on mermaid Peter and shark Wade. After I saw the picture of Peter as a shark, it's been stuck in my head. ;-; It would be awesome to see. ;-;-;-;-;

That sounds adorable! big, scary shark Wade. He’s really excited about things (like boats!) and tries to eat them sometimes.

He brings dead things to Peter and gets confused when Peter doesn’t want them.

chapter 860
  • I KNEW Croc would somehow appear in the next chap xDDD
  • HAHAHA Aladdin is such a cool dude
  • Ahhh man the Vinsmokes kiddos look damn fine, Reiju, Ichiji, Yonji and Niji look amazing
  • …These are a whole lot of new characters…can’t say Im fond of them tho…
  • Fuck everyone else, I want Perospero’s df powers
  • BOI KATAKURI IS SOOOO COOL! (I secretly wanted Pudding to turn out to be Katakuri, but damn he’s awesome!)
  • Smoothie is even more insane and more gorgeous than the last time we saw her and I am even more in love with her

its been awhile tumblr friends this fight imo was perfectly done you feel the tension between the two as they stare the anger the hate as maul steps forward i feel he’s reflecting on his past battles with obi wan but i also feel he knows he’s gonna die i love the beautiful poetry to honor their very first fight in phantom menace as they exchange blows maul used the same move to kill qui gon but obi wan has been studying him and preparing when maul fell to his knees and dying in kenobi’s arms i didn’t see a sith lord i saw a person with a dark tragic past who lost everything his final words *he will avenge us was so powerful *he* is the new hope for everyone that has suffered from the darkside again this fight was perfect major kudos to sam witwer dave filoni and george lucas for creating and giving so much life to this great amazing character may the force guide you to your brother maul

Overstimulation - Cole Smut

Request:  Could you please do a Cole smut anything would be amazing :D

Warnings: Mild language, smut

Notes: None :)

Tag List: @xbobaaa @superoriginalteenwolf @jbrhs-princess  


 Cole and I went into the bedroom with no communication what-so-ever. He was pissed off at me for some reason and it all started during the middle of dinner with Dylan and his girlfriend, Dayna. 

“I saw the way you looked at him”, Cole growled, breaking the ice.

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“Cole, you’re being ridiculous. You’re my boyfriend and he’s your brother and my best friend. What’s wrong with that?”. Cole slammed me up against the door, placing his arms on either side of my head, trapping me from moving anywhere. He places a rough kiss on my lips and his hands travelled to the back of my thighs. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, tugging onto his hair. Cole’s hips bucked up, grounding into me causing my back to arch and a moan to slip out. Cole took advantage of my exposed neck and began sucking and nibbling it.

“Cole”, I whined as one of his hands travelled down, teasing my clothed heat. My hips rolled, attempting to get some sort of friction - but Cole snatched his hand away and reached them behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the ground. 

“Uh uh. No, baby girl”, his voice low as he warned, taking my ear lobe in his teeth and pulling it, while his hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the ground. A sigh of annoyance escaped my lips and my eyes closed. He carried me to the bed and popped me down on it, taking my jeans off and letting the cool air hit my legs and stomach as he began taking my shirt off too. Cole straddled my hips, taking his own shirt off and removing his jeans. 

“C-Cole”, I pined, bucking my hips up, again attempting to cause some friction. 

“What did I say, baby?”, he chuckled, pulling away. He dipped his head low, peppering me with kisses on my neck again, but went further down and kisses between the valley of my breasts, continuing down to my hip bone. His hands reached up as he kissed down, fumbling with my boobs and squeezing them gently. My hips stirred as he licked my hip bones - teasing me ever so slightly. 

“Y/n”, he warned again, hands letting go of my breasts to take ahold of my hips. 

“That makes 4 now”, Cole mumbles into your skin. 

“4 What?”, my voice shook, unsure of what he was planning. 

“You will cum for me 4 times”, he demanded, my eyes widening. Overstimulation was his plan. Nervousness took over as I’ve never done anything like that before. I knew my body got tired after 2 - let alone 4 - but it was Cole, and I trusted him. He pulls my panties down, flicking a finger on my clit, causing me to whine out and squirm. Cole chuckled darkly, laying down next to me; 

“Sit”, he instructed. I straddled him, again becoming unsure of what he was thinking. “Further up, baby”, Cole smirked. I moved up and lowered myself on his face, and his arm immediately wrapped themselves around my thighs, holding me down. Cole’s tongue licked a stripe up my clit, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure. His tongue then started to circle the bundle of nerves, going side-to-side, back and forwards, up and down. My moans were loud as one of my hands gripped his hair whilst the other gripped the headboard tightly.

He continued to work his tongue on my clit, which pushed me further to the edge. Cole hummed when I began to rock my hips against his tongue - sending vibrations to my clit.  

“Cole!”, I scream when he dipped his tongue into me. I yank his hair and arch my back, head rolled back and my face to the ceiling. Cole growled and again, the vibrations causing me to cum quickly. Cole rode out my high and once I came down from it, I got off Cole and laid down beside him, panting slightly. 

“Three more to go, baby girl”, Cole smirked, hovers over me and slipped  a finger into me and wriggling it back and forwards. I moan loudly, hips bucking up, making Cole chuckle darkly and holding them down. He pushed in another finger and wriggled it in a ‘come here’ motion.

“Fuck, Cole! Right there! Yes!”, my loud moans escape my lips. My hands gripped the sheets, bundling and twisting it, my head thrown back and my eyes closed. Cole’s fingers sped up and pounded harder into me, eyeing me closely as I yelled out in an overwhelming amount of sudden pleasure. He hit the spot again, smirking and began pounding his fingers in the same spot, which once again, sent me over the edge and I screamed his name as I came for the second time. My body shook and became tired and sensitive. Cole reached into the bedside table and took out a condom.

“Cole, no. I’m too tired”, I plea. 

“Just 2 more. You can do it”, he says, kissing my forehead and slid into me. 

“N-no”, I moaned as Cole started thrusting into me.

“Your words say no, but your body says yes”, he chuckles, thrusting deep into me. I moan out when he hits the spot again which made Cole put my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeper into the same spot. 

“Cole! Oh yes! Right there!”, I screamed, clawing his back and arching mine. Cole continues to grunt loudly into the crook of my neck. I clench around him, causing Cole to moan my name out loudly. 

“Fuck, Y/n”, he moans again, on the verge of coming undone. With another thrust of his hips, I came quickly with a string of profanities and Cole cumming straight after me. He collapsed on top of me and laid there for a while, panting. He suddenly got up and crawled down between my legs. 

“I can’t”, I whimper.

“Just one more. For me?”, he asks, looking up at me. 

“Fine”, I sighed and whimpered again when his tongue came in contact with my clit. His tongue circled the bundle of sensitive nerves and my hands tangle in his hair, pulling it harshly. I tried to back my hips away from his lips, but he wrapped his arms around my legs, stopping me from making any more movement. My high came up once again and I screamed Cole’s name loudly. He laid down next to me, pulling me into his arms and cuddling me. 

“You did so well, baby”, he says, kissing my forehead. 

“You’re making me breakfast tomorrow”

“I’d be honoured”, he laughs.

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Forbidden - James Delaney

Originally posted by gameoftoasts

Yeah, Im soooo NOT thinking on a taboo story where James is in love with his adopted sister, BECAUSE OF YOU! I wouldnt have that trouble if your writting wasnt so amazing😋😍 - @ateliefloresdaprimavera 

Forbidden - James Delaney

You were five years old when you wandered away from your mother and fell into the Thames. You didn’t know how to swim and began to panic, thrashing in the water and calling for help. A ten year old boy nearby, whose father had dragged him to the docks in hope of teaching him the family business, saw you fall in and dived in after you. He swam you to shore and sat with you until you had calmed down.  

That was the last day that you saw your birth mother. Unable to locate her the boy took your hand and brought you to his father’s brewery. After much discussion between father and son it was decided that you would go home with them. Horace Delaney brought you into his house and spent the rest of his life caring for you as if you were his daughter. The boy who had pulled you from the river that morning, Horace’s only son James, was quick to take you under his wing.  

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every now and then i get a craving for alfredo and buy those cheese powder pouches but they say to boil it in milk but i always felt that 2% and even 4 % just didnt make a thick enough sauce..   then i thought hey i can boil it in 10% coffee creamer!  i looked further and saw 38% whipping cream! anyway i made the thickest alfredo sauce of all time and it was amazing pretty sure i just increased my risk of heart attack #rip  

Arrow 5x17 “Kapiushon” Review: Journey To the Dark Side

This episode of Arrow is by far the darkest episode of Arrow we’ve ever seen. It’s darker than Shado vs. Sara or Moira vs. Thea. Darker than even during the Al Sah Him time. I think that we have absolutely reached the crushing rock bottom in the journey of Oliver Queen. And thank God because I’m really not sure we could survive going any further down this dark rabbit hole.

Stephen Amell was utterly fantastic in this episode. The raw emotion in his scenes with Josh Segerra—who was equally amazing—were painful to sit through. Yet Amell also managed to balance this with the flashback scenes where we saw Oliver reaching his darkest point in his five years of hell. Somehow even juxtaposed with each other I was able to still feel so bad for Oliver in the present day. Amell did A+ work and should be commended for it.

Oliver Queen and Adrian Chase (plus OTA/Olicity)

It’s a cold open of torture as Adrian holds Oliver’s head under water for 145 seconds because that’s how long Jason Clayborne took to drown. As Oliver is drowning—like he was in the pilot episode—he flashes back to the people that he killed in season 1. This is day six of torture for Oliver.

Physically, Oliver is holding up relatively fine, if a bit tired. Mentally, he seemed to be doing okay in that first scene too. So far Chase had only been physically torturing Oliver. Oliver knows how to take pain. That’s not going to break Oliver. In fact, he seemed kind of bored when he told Chase, “If that’s what you’re going to do to me you’ll need to come up with something better than whatever this is,” in regards to Chase telling Oliver he took the name Prometheus because he took away power from the Gods. Chase told him he had something better.

Originally posted by torturezone

And he did. He broke Oliver when he stopped trying to physically torture him and went back to mentally attacking him. He poked at all of Oliver’s greatest fears—that he ruins everything he touches. But still as Chase was dancing around this he wanted Oliver to confess a secret. The secret. Oliver didn’t know what it was that Chase wanted from him and thus he couldn’t stop the psychological torture.

Chase starts his psychological attack by hanging pictures of people the people that Oliver killed. Oliver argues that these people were bad and had victims of their own. Chase argues they also had spouses and children too. I see both sides of the argument here. Did Oliver need to kill to get justice in season 1? No; we know that and we knew that then. But at that time that’s what he’d been conditioned to believe was the only way to see real justice done. An eye-for-an-eye kind of thing. And Chase is correct—he’s an example of it—that bad people also have people in their lives that aren’t bad and would miss them if they were gone.

Harry Potter reference. Draco Malfoy loved his parents but they were still Death Eaters. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy may have been parents who (sometimes) loved their son but they also still chose to be Death Eaters. People are all complicated. It’s as I’ve said—what like 99 times now?—we all have light and dark in us but it’s what we choose to do that matters. Jason Clayborne had good things in his life; he apparently had a close relationship with his shithead of a son. A son, by the way, born out of an affair if I recall because he has been called his “illegitimate” son. So that’s hardly honorable. Then there is all his criminal activity. No one forced Clayborne to partake in all of that but he chose to. He chose not to think about the people that he would be hurting.

The difference is that Oliver made the chose to change his ways. And that matters. If the bad counts than the good has to count too.

When Oliver brings up Adrian’s hypocrisy because Chase murdered his own wife to further his agenda against Oliver, it’s important to note that Adrian couldn’t fight against that. He chose to ignore it. Because he murdered a woman who was innocent and there was no defense against that. Doris Chase wasn’t a woman with a criminal history; for all intents and purposes, she seemed like a loving wife to a man who played her and then murdered her.

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amipoppunkenough  asked:

I saw that you're into essential oils, you should check out Grandma Bea's Natural Products! They're seriously amazing. She makes healing salves, lotions, lip balm, bath bombs, it's seriously amazing lol I can give you her website and Facebook if you're interested!

Please do! Thank you!!

BatB 2017 spoilers in this post!! scroll through if you want to avoid them!

inkteller replied to your post “well it’s been a few days so i guess it’s alright to post this so…”

I saw it yesterday, and I mostly agree with you–I felt the ensemble outshined our leads like literally all of the time. I enjoyed LeFou more than I expected I would, and that windmill scene irritated me, because like????? PLAGUE DOESN’T FUCKING WORK THAT WAY?????????????? also it contributes nothing to the plot.

yeah, I felt there were a lot of side/background characters that had more charm and warmth to them than the leads most of the time and mAN that made me so upset… wow, Lefou was pretty amazing, I know there was a lot of discourse going on concerning him before I went to see the movie, but I preferred to wait until seeing it before formulating an opinion, and I really enjoyed how his character turned out

and yeah, the windmill scene and the magic book…. heh, in one of the reviews I saw after seeing the movie they mentioned this gaping plot hole they created with that scene: if that book can literally physically transport you anywhere you want in the blink of an eye, why didn’t Belle just use that thing to go rescue her father? 

I’ll be honest, that hadn’t occurred to me while I was watching the movie, but then I started wondering why it hadn’t: because the windmill scene had little to no impact on the plot, and so I just forgot about that book even existing by the time Belle goes away. That’s…… not very good storytelling?? That book felt like it should Something that would pop up later, but nOPE, it’s never mentioned or seen again??

Heck, tbh if the book scene absolutely had to kept, I think it would have been more interesting if it transported you astral-projection-like instead of physically transporting you? lmao at least like that the plot hole they created would be covered up to some degree, and it could still be a metaphor for the Beast also being a prisoner in his own castle, despite being able to go wherever he wants?? plus the idea of Belle wanting to pick up items from the windmill but not being able to bc she’s not actually physically there is kinda heartbreaking wehh

welp I went a bit into headcanon territory there sorry haha;;

hm, there was something off about the plague explanation, I mean, isn’t it supposed to be eXTREMELY contagious, even when the symptoms aren’t quite evident yet?? you’ll have to shed some light on it though

Tagged by @rootfathomless

Doing cause im sat at the computer currently and saw that they tagged me so sure!

Rules: answer the questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

Name: Christina 

Nicknames: Pilot!! Mostly Pilot, also Chrissy, other than that nothing really. Anything online people call me Pilot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 5”3

Orientation: Bi-sexual!

Ethnicity: Uh. Uuhh im… mexican. and irish. I think thats it. also native american somewhere in there. But mostly a greenbean

Favourite fruit: Shit I dunno haha. Pomegranate? 

Favourite Season: Fall!!!!! I love sweaters and cooler weather

Favourite Book: I straight up don’t know don’t ask me that. Just go read The Mistmantle Chronicles, the Dresden files and the Waggit books. Yes i know Waggit is a young kid book but i love it so damn much 

Favourite Flower: Marigold and red-gold hued roses. Sunset Roses. 

Favourite Scent: Rain on sidewalks

Favourite Animal: I like pangolins, wolves, barn owls and kangaroo rats!

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: Tea!

Cat or dog person: Dogs! I like both but if i had to pick dogs.

Favourite fictional character: I refuse to choose. So Nino- ML, Loke- Fairy Tail, Garrus- Mass Effect, The Tenth Doctor- Doctor Who, Hawkeye- The avengers

Dream trip: A quiet trip across Europe in nice hotels in the rain

Blog created: Like when? no idea

Number of followers: 7,955

What do I post about: Nino mostly

Do I get asks on a regular basis: Yes! and i love it

Aesthetic: Is rebel space pilot an aesthetic, because rebel space pilot. Like cool torn jackets, goggles, space, the interior of a space ship, mechanic oil stains, watching galaxies go by

Favourite band/artist: I mostly listen to OSTs, but one of my fav bands right now is The Unlikely Candidates 

Fictional characters I’d date: Nino because he’s perfect. Loke because I just love him and he’s snarky. Garrus from mass effect. I’d also high key date Sun Wukong from RWBY. And also Yang from RWBY probably. I’d also date Hikaru from OHSHC

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor, no escaping it. Everyone i’ve ever asked tells me Gryffindor, and i love it so im good with it!

Alright i am not tagging twenty people though cause i just dont waaaant to. Do it if you’d like!

You’re Everything Harry Styles Smut for Anonymous

I sat in my apartment with a video tape in my hands staring down at it. Amazed by how one moment I was looking for past videos of my fiancé and I to having silent tears fall down from my face and a bottle of wine gone.

“Fiance I’m home!” My fiancé called out as he entered our apartment and dropped all of his things at the door like any other night. He came into the family room and saw me looking down at my hands with the tape. “Babe what is that?” He asked and I looked up at him and his face softened when he saw my tears.

“Why don’t you see for yourself. You can pull a full on marathon with the videos you have.” I said as I slapped his video to his chest as I walked toward our bedroom.

“Babe I’m so confused what is this?” He asked as he followed me in and I started packing a small bag. He stopped me and made me look at him.

“Those videos are all your sex tapes with all your past girlfriends, or one night stands! Next time you should hide them better or don’t call them Harry’s High School Scores!” I yelled as I kept packing my clothes and he stopped me from packing.

“Babe I just named those because I didn’t want my mom seeing them. I thought those were lost the moment we decided to move in together.” He said and I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“You never thought about telling me you’ve ever made a sex tape! Or should I say sex tapes!” I yelled  and went to the kitchen to get my phone charger.

“I didn’t know you at the time! This was before you where I was a complete jerk and didn’t care who I slept with.” He argued and I turned and looked at him sad.

“Harry.” Was all I said and he knew how hurt that caused me. Harry has been the only person I’ve slept with. He knew this and he knew how much stress it caused me and how important waiting was for me.

“Babe I didn’t mean it like that. I was careless back then but we’ve been together for so long and I chose you. I want you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You knew I have been with a lot of women.” He argued and I sighed.

“Harry hearing you say it is one thing but seeing it on tape with these women who are so out of my league.” I said in a sigh and he gently grabbed my hands and I looked up at him.

“Love what are you talking about?” HE asked and I looked back down starting to feel my eyes water.

“They’re so beautiful and sensual and experienced.” I said and I walked away and went back to our bedroom with tears falling onto my cheeks. I felt Harry come in and he hugged me by my waist. He kissed my shoulder and rested his chin.

“Love you are so divine and graceful and gentle and kind. I love you for who you are not because you aren’t sexually experienced. You’re everything to me even if you don’t see it.” He whispered while lightly rubbing my hip bones knowing that would help relax me.

“It’s hard to not compare myself to those women.” I whispered with a dry voice and he gave me gentle squeeze.

“Those women aren’t you. They didn’t steal my heart away , they didn’t make me belive in love. They never made me feel the way you do every single day.” He said and he lightly kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed and slumped my shoulders.


“Love I’m so sorry. That was an old side of me that I hated, I love the side you bring me out and I want to be this side for the rest of my life. With you.” He interrupted and I turned around with silent tears covering my eyes and blurring my vision. He whispered soft ‘shhs’ and wiped my tears away. I leaned up and kissed him catching him off guard. He kissed me back and scooped me off my feet and gently laid me on the bed.

“You’re everything to me.” HE whispered before kissing down my neck and I unbuttoned my shirt while he lifted mine to kiss my stomach knowing how much I liked it. I let out a small whimper as his hands groped my breast through my bra and I felt him smirk. He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them all the way down while I took off his shirt.

“My beautiful baby not wearing any underwear. I love it when you’re naughty.” He growled and I bit my lip as his lips attacked my core and gasped and grabbed our headboard. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up and went deeper and I bit my lip to keep myself quiet. He tapped my ass signaling for me to make noise, because he likes to hear me but I feel like an idiot when I moan.

“Fuck Harry. I’m close but I want to come with you not just by your mouth!” I moaned and I grabbed his hair to try to stop him but he went deeper and stuck a finger along with his tongue. I yelled and he smirked as I felt my orgasm reach its high and I pulled his hair causing him to grunt. I was panting as he climbed back up toward me and I couldn’t help but smile at his goofy grin that he had on.

“Babe you know I love to make you yell. You don’t have to be quiet if you want to yell. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about cumin but I couldn’t help myself.” He said and kissed me hard and I kissed him back.

“Harry I love you.” I said with a small smile and he leaned down and kissed me again and I felt like I was in heaven. He looked at me and I nodded and he lined himself up with me and slowly slid in causing us both to moan out in pleasure.

“I want to make you feel good. You’re everything to me and I’m so glad I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.” HE whispered and I smiled and forced him to kiss me as his hips started to move. I surprised him by flipping us over and rocking my hips back and forth. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust his up and I moaned louder while he followed with grunts. I clawed at his chest and bit my lip and he knew I was close. He brought a hand down and started to furiously rub my clit and I gasped and threw my head back. My hips rocked faster and I grabbed his thighs and squeezed.

“Harry fuck! I’m cuming!” I yelled as I reached my orgasm and Harry followed right after. We both panted and I got off him as I walked toward the bathroom to start a shower.

“Baby you know how much you mean to me right?” He asked as he came up behind me and hugged my waist.

“I know it’s not as much as I love you.” I said with a smirk and he laughed and kissed my cheek and as he started to walk away I slapped his ass and he jumped. I laughed and wnet into the shower smiling glad who I’m spending the rest of my life with the man I love.