i spent an hour doing this holy shit


Candy Apple

Wanted/In for: Multiple First Degree Murder/Serial Killer, Third degree robber, Fraud, and threats on several occasions.

“Wake up, Tenno”

But yes, tikis operator! This took me a lot longer than i would have liked, but still it turned out amazing~ I hope you all enjoy it as much as i do!

The most important shit you should know about The Germany National Football Team™ (yes suck it  up americans, i'm callin’ it football not soccer)

[Warning: long long post]

○ Alright so the official title of the team is “deutsche Fußballnationalmannschaft der Männer”, lit. “german national football team of men”. I guess. But that’s a tiny bit too long so there are several “nicknames” too, namely: “Die Mannschaft” (”the team”), “Nationalelf” (”national eleven”), DFB-Elf (”DFB eleven”), DFB-Auswahl (”DFB selection”) and DFB-Team (”DFB team”). [DFB is the “deutscher Fußballbund”, so the German Football Association btw]. {Yes, we’re very creative, I know}.

○ Head coach: Joachim Löw (since 2006) (or: Jogi Löw, that’s his nickname)

This is him. He has resting-bitchface syndrome but we still love him.

○ Captain: Bastian Schweinsteiger (since 2014) (nickname: Schweini)

Apparently it’s impossible to pronounce his name when you’re not German.

○ Top Scorer: Miroslav Klose (71) (nickname: Miro Klose)

Literal cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.

○ Most caps: Lothar Matthäus (150) (nickname: Loddar)

Known for his like 300 ex-wifes lmao

○ current FIFA ranking: 4. (2nd June 2016)


Appearances: 18 (First in 1934)
Best result: Champions in 1954, 1974, 1990, 2014


Appearances: 12 (First in 1972)
Best result: Champions in 1972, 1980, 1996


Appearances: 2 (First in 1999)
Best result: Third place, 2005




○ Manuel Neuer (nickname: Die Wand = the wall)

- #1

- 30 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 69 ayyy B)

- an actual meme and probably proud of his meme status too

○ Bernd Leno

- #12

- 24 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 1

○ Marc-André ter Stegen

- #22

- 24 years old

- goals: 0

- caps:  6


○ Shkodran Mustafi

- #2

- 24 years old

- goals: 1

- caps: 11

- my bae

○ Jonas Hector

- #3

- 26 years old

- goals: 1

- caps: 18

- squishy

○ Benedikt Höwedes

- #4

- 28 years old

- goals: 2

- caps: 38

○ Mats Hummels

- #5

- 27 years old

- goals: 4

- caps: 49

- everybody’s crush probably

○ Emre Can

- #14

- 22 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 6

○ Jonathan Tah

- #16

- 20 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 1

○ Jérôme Boateng

- #17

- 27 years old

- goals: 1

- caps: 63

- i wanna be his neighbour


○ Sami Khedira

- #6

- 29 years old

- goals: 5

- caps: 64

- the fact about him that EVERY german knows: he dated Lena Gercke (a german model)

○ Bastian Schweinsteiger (nickname: Schweini)

- #7

- captain

- 31 years old

- goals: 24

- caps: 118

- can’t act to save his life

○ Mesut Özil

- #8

- 27 years old

- goals: 19

- caps: 77

- the fact about him that EVERY german knows: he dated Mandy Capristo (a german singer)

○ André Schürrle

- #9

- 25 years old

- goals: 20

- caps: 55

- everybody’s crush probably #2

○ Lukas Podolski (nickname: Poldi)

- #10

- 31 years old

- goals: 48

- caps: 129

- you either loveor hate him, there is no in between

○ Julian Draxler

- #11

- 22 years old

- goals: 2

- caps: 22

○ Thomas Müller

- #13

- 26 years old

- goals: 32

- caps: 75

- hilarious as fuck

○ Julian Weigl

- #15

- 20 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 1

○ Toni Kroos

- #18

- 26 years old

- goals: 11

- caps: 69 ayyy B)

○ Joshua Kimmich

- #21

- 21 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 3


○ Mario Götze

- #19

- 24 years old

- goals: 17

- caps: 55

- so pure, please love him

○ Leroy Sané

- #20

- 20 years old

- goals: 0

- caps: 3

○ Mario Gómez (nickname: Super Mario)

- #23

- 30 years old

- goals: 29

- caps: 67

Recent call-ups:

(These players have also been called up to the Germany squad within the last 12 months and are still available for selection)

- Kevin Trapp, Ron-Robert Zieler (Goalkeepers)

- Antonio Rüdiger, Sebastian Rudy, Matthias Ginter (Defenders)

- Marco Reus, Karim Bellarabi, Julian Brandt, Christoph Kramer, İlkay Gündoğan (Midfielders)

- Kevin Volland, Max Kruse (Forwards)              

Not part of The Squad™ anymore but they deserve a place on this post:

○ Philipp Lahm

- former captain

- Defender

- smol

- left The Team after the last world cup together with Miroslav Klose and Per Mertesacker and now we suck

○ Miroslav Klose (again) shhh he’s my fave

- top scorer (71 goals) that’s my boy i’m so proud

- Forward

- tol

- famous for his “Klose-Salto” (Klose somersault) after scoring goals (LOOK AT HIM GOOOO)

- he once took a selfie with Rihanna

- received the italian “ethics prize” for fair play, allegiance and social commitment and dedicated it to Michael Schumacher ISN’T HE JUST PRECIOUS

○ Per Mertesacker

- Defender


- one of 140 celebs that promoted the UK’s EU membership with a “love letter” lmao cutie

- Arsenal fans call him “BFG” (Big Friendly - or Fucking - German)

○ Michael Ballack

- Midfielder

- former captain

- we all used to love him but now we don’t really anymore and I’m not entirely sure what happened tbh

- one of the top scorers even though he’s “only” a Midfielder (he’s currently #8 on the list)

○ Franz Beckenbauer

- nickname: “Der Kaiser” (the emperor)

- probably every dad’s fave

○ Gerd Müller

- nickname: “Bomber der Nation” (nation’s bomber)

- he got that nickname because of all the goals he scored, he dropped dem goals like bOMBS

- probably every dad’s fave #2

- he has Alzheimer’s :<


I just spent over 2 hours on this post so I guess that’s it for now~

Yuri!! On Ice - First Impressions! | Henry is afraid of Minami!!
I did a little first impressions video with my brother, Henry, with the skaters of Yuri!! On Ice! He was very calm and cooperative with me, which was a real ...

Here is the video that I spent 12 full hours recording, finding pictures for and finally piecing together…I hope you enjoy! It required editing an audio first and holy shit did that take awhile…I hope you guys enjoy this, oh lordie.

I tried to do my JJ voice for most of it, but as you can hear, my accent slipped up in quite a few places. Alas, it is okay~

This is with my brother Henry, he was such a good sport!!

Jamais Vu Chapter 2: Inmate, a persona series fanfic | FanFiction
In which Jun slowly realizes that she's all alone.

AO3 version here.

Holy shit, it’s only been a week and I already manage to get another chapter up! It’s a new record!!

Holy hell, at least SOMETHING went right, unlike the video upload I had going on for more than two days…

ANYWAYS, it’s safe to say that chapter 3 is when things are finally going start kicking off in terms of action, so get ready!

Until then, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Leave a comment or a review (PLEASE DO I CRAVE VALIDATION)!!

Now I have some videos to load up onto YouTube…

[Excerpt from Alex’s Journal, encrypted:]


I can’t BELIEVE it worked! I thought it might’ve been something similar to what Dan could do, but holy shIT.

Project L6213. Talked about software that could potentially ‘visualize’ digital architecture for modification. Apparently hardware was in the works. But the software prototype was stored in my files.

Maybe it was my powers, but- the moment I got it running, I was transported into this AWESOME Tron place where Dan was! He looked so shocked to see me there!! 

Aaaanyway he spent a good few hours patching the ‘cyberspace’ framework of my Office while I helped. We also found a bunch of old files scattered around. Some of them were mine, but others seem to be from before I became Narrator. They’re attached to this file with notes.

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Hey guys. So it’s the end of the first week of having kids at camp and holy shit was that a trip. I’ve been told to kill myself, called a faggot, had a hiking boot thrown at my head, lost 12 pounds, got some undiagnosable eye infection, gotten a terrible cold, cried for three hours straight and started smoking again.

I’ve also spent hours with some of the most amazing kids that I have ever met. I have become a leader in a way I never expected. I have people that come to me when they need to be reminded why they do this. I remembered why I thought about going into therapy and why I decided to teach at an alternative school instead. I’ve learned that I am way more adaptable than I ever expected. I’m learning what my triggers are and how to safely deal with them. I’ve gotten to watch counselors fucking flourish and I’ve also watched some crash.

The thing about this camp is, we as counselors are willing to put everything we are into giving these kids a happy and safe place to be. Even when that means we ourselves are unsafe. We’re all learning our limits and it’s awesome and terrible to watch.

This place makes you either the best or worst version of yourself and I can’t wait to see which direction I end up going from here.

anonymous asked:

HOLY SHIT YOUR EDIT, WOW WTF! I .. wait WHAT!! Really just wow, thats great I have no words! O.O

Thank you !!! I spent so long on it, it took me almost 2 weeks and I had to go through so much information, find photos that do not violate any rights and download 20+ video clips, gif them, make sure the gifs are below 3MB, write paragraphs and paragraphs of information, made sure I had sources to back my information etc

My eyes are @~@ now

anonymous asked:

Do u write Nalu smut? If so could you write where Natsu realizes his feelings for Lucy and they both kiss but with a little more "heat"?

Well, holy shit - I had to cut so much of this - and rush - cuz I was gonna exceed the word limit for my requests - 1k. (It ended up as 994 words m’gosh.)

It felt as though all the hours and minutes he had spent preparing himself were in vain. Natsu fidgeted in his spot, each gush of air constricted in his throat, only escaping with great effort; it was hard to breathe. He knew this moment would come, eventually. He thought he was ready; but truly, he wasn’t. It certainly didn’t seem so.

Natsu bit on his fist, nearly drawing blood. He lifted his knuckles to knock, but froze. If he entered through the door of Lucy’s apartment, she’d surely know something was different. He debated within himself the idea.

“Go casual,” Mira’s words echoed in his mind. She had helped when he asked for advice - after she let out a pterodactyl screech and gushing nonsense, that is. “If you act too tense or stiff, like there’s something wrong, you’ll probably worry her. Don’t. Act normally - as if you were intruding her home for a mission, as usual.”

Natsu nodded to himself, his gaze drifting to the window above him. He glanced back the road behind him, wondering if he could still return - desist. Regardless, he decided; he would have to it anyways. Better sooner than later. Who knew what could happen if he waited too long.

With that thought in mind, he leaped, reaching the window sill. He gripped the cold stone tightly, careful it might give out. With ease, he brought up the rest of his body and slid the glass open once he’d gained enough balance. It was empty. Worry pooled in his gut instantly, and Natsu shook his head, ridding it of plaguing thoughts. Many times had he come to an empty room, and many times had Lucy been in her bathroom. Now that he thought about it, this might just make it more casual. Perhaps casual enough for Lucy not to notice the absence of his partner.

“Natsu?” Lucy’s voice came the moment he settled upon her couch, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Instinctively, he stiffened.

“Y-yeah?” He cursed himself for stuttering, and he swallowed. He tried again. “Yeah?”

Lucy arched an eyebrow for a second, curious. It only dured a moment, though, for she then sighed. “Telling you to go away won’t work, seeing as you’re already here.”

Natsu acted sheepishly, but his insides were dying, if anything. “Yeah,” He scratched the back of his neck, trying a lazy grin on his lips. “Seems like it.”

Lucy shook her head; then steadied her gaze on him. “Okay, what’s up?”


Lucy placed her fists on her hips, rolling her eyes. “You’re not acting normal. Something’s up, evidently. So - what is it?”

Natsu cursed, impressed. He‘d only spoken - what - three words? And she already discovered. Truly, she knew him well. A tad too well.

Natsu took a deep breath. Whatever, He concluded; he wouldn’t be able to build atmosphere, anyways. He wasn’t romantic, and the lurching of his stomach was strong enough as it was; needing the perfect moment would only worsen the stutter of his heart. Simply telling her, bluntly, would be better.

“I wanna kiss you,” He blurted, and froze. Lucy’s eyes widened as she spluttered, and he scrambled for better wording.

“I-I mean,” He tried again. “For a while now. I sorta - well - started liking you. I wanted to do it differently, but I kinda panicked and… well, you know…”

“You’re an idiot,” Lucy said, and he lifted his eyes from the floor, expecting rejection. Instead of it, however, he saw Lucy’s soft eyes, her cheeks glowing a warm red. “And you really need to learn how to treat a girl.”

Natsu felt a tad ashamed at that. “Yeah, sorry.”

“But I gotta say - being direct about your feelings, like you were, spares a lot of confusion, misunderstanding, and stress.” softly, Lucy came to place her own hands upon his shoulder. For once, Natsu felt Lucy’s warmth stronger than his.

“So I guess I can say,” She leaned forward, her face coming dangerously close to his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. And, guess what, I wanna kiss you too.”

Natsu lost it.

He didn’t even remember how, but at some point, Lucy had ended up against the wall - and his arms on each side of her head. And their lips - their lips together, moving sloppily against one another. Natsu had heard, of course, that kissing brought pleasure on one. However, he felt no pleasure of kissing. He felt the pleasure of kissing Lucy.

Lucy moaned loudly into his mouth, and bucked her hips forward, grinding her core against Natsu’s groin. Natsu groaned, and Lucy continued, until Natsu, too, found himself grinding. They both let out erotic noises against one another.

Natsu lips detached from Lucy’s, suddenly, an explicit trail of saliva dripping from his chin. For a moment, he inspected the blonde’s state, and only found himself getting more and more aroused; her eyes were glassy, gleaming; her golden strands stuck to her forehead, sweat glistening on her skin; her hands splayed against Natsu’s chest.

Natsu’s lips flew back to her neck, biting and nibbling at it. Lucy threw her head back and exposed more of her porcelain skin. Natsu took it all greedily and hungrily, enjoying every second of it. His teeth left countless purple, pulsing bruises on her skin, but neither cared.

The atmosphere seemed to grow hot and steamy, the reason obvious. They continued at it for what seemed hours, time a forgotten aspect to both. However, it all came to an end when Lucy’s hands found their way into Natsu’s briefs, and his found Lucy’s garments. They both stopped - and flushed from head to toe.

“We better stop,” Lucy said, breathless. Natsu nodded, his own face aflame.

“Yeah,” He grinned at Lucy, this time truly sheepish. “We better.”

Lucy let herself be enveloped in his arms, and a smirk tugged at her lips as she brought her lips to Natsu’s ear.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t do it again another time, though.”

Requests are open!

I postponed my east side ride due to excessive rain and T storms. I guess that means my camera batteries get to charge for another 24 hours. So, I spent the day in my art room. Holy shit…what a mess. Doobie said, “It doesn’t look that bad.” Again, holy shit. I guess I know what I’m doing on Sunday.


Aho! Finally, an update after three weeks of being on the Mountain.

It is an off the grid cabin, located on 500 acres, outside of Hot Springs, NC. The hike up is a killer 2.5-3 miles (I’ve already done it 10 times, both ways….). We have to hike ¼ mile to fill up our water jugs from a natural spring and I’ve spent countless hours gathering firewood for the wood stove, our heat/cooking source. All this to say, holy shit, how have I not been doing this my whole life???

We have done a ton of reorganization to prepare for the hostel’s coming year and are beginning the planning/construction phases for a greenhouse, the garden, chicken coop, farmyard fence, an outdoor shower/kitchen/humanure facility and trails - all kinds - that will go around the property. Once those projects are underway, it’s on to preparing to build a log cabin, similar to that of Dick Proenneke’s in PBS’s Alone in the Wilderness, for us to live in.

We just held on through a winter storm and, while the weather has been getting nicer, it’s still rather freezing at nights (we’re at 4900 feet). However, we are a hostel! So, if you or any others you might know are looking for the most BEAUTIFUL place on earth to stay for a few nights, it’s only $20 a night. There is also a private cabin (third picture) that may be rented, if you’d prefer your own space.

I’ll probably start queuing my photos, updates, etc, so that le tumblrMachine doesn’t die out, but my updates will be fewer and farther between, since I have to drive 45 to Asheville to use the internet. Much love to you all and happy travels!

People deserve some appreciation. These people are literally the only things getting me through this assignment and life at this point, (that and two shots of coffee in every drink I drink but thats not important).

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Alright, this Ask sat in my inbox for probably almost a year. It sat there because at the time, I didn’t have an answer to this question - however, NOW I do, and the Kooper-Kids think they do, too.

Instead of just answering this I thought it would be more fun to try a fast, comic in the style that I quasi-visualise for BTWP. Quality bar is… low, but whatever. I spent at least two hours on that stupid background. I don’t like it but whatever, I tried, and I’ll try again.

Larry’s a loud child.

I knew I was too early to this concert. It started at 7 and I was here at 2. I wasn’t the only one though. There were about 50 fans already lined up to get in.

I promised my best friend Annie I would get there early and get us a spot in line, not that I was sure she would show up. I love Annie but she’s really flakey. If she found a boy she’d be gone for the night. That scared me about tonight. She was my ride home.

I stood in the blazing heat, worrying my ass off about tonight. Security started showing up and that only freaked me out more. I began sweating and breathing became harder. Shit, not here. I didn’t need a panic attack.

“Miss, are you alright?” A security guard asked. I shook my head. “What’s wrong?”

“Panic attacks.” I breathed.

“Oh I understand. My daughter gets those really bad. Would you like to come inside? Get a drink of water and some cool air?” He asked.

“Y-yes please.” I said.

“Alright follow me.” He smiled, leading me into the venue through a security entrance. “Here take a bottle of water.” He said.

I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down in a chair he had pulled out for me. “Thank you.” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s hard enough without the heat.”

“Yeah, I usually can handle it but this was really kind of you.” I smiled.

“Did you come here all alone?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No, well sort of. My friend is supposed to meet me here but I’m not sure if she’s actually going to show.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I mean-”

“Fuck you Matt! You’ll never catch us!” A familiar voice interrupted me. I turned my head to see Jack and Alex zipping by on a scooter. They back tracked and stared at me. I gave them a shy smile.

“Who are you?” Jack asked. Alex slapped his shoulder for being rude.

“My name is Natalie.” I said softly.

“Not to sound rude but why are you in the venue?” Alex asked. I slowly put my hands over my ATL bracelet. I probably looked like an obsessed fan.

“I um, it got really hot and I almost passed out.” I half-lied. Anxiety isn’t really something I like to talk about.

“Oh, are you alright now?” Alex asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

“No problem… Want to run away from Matt with us?” Alex asked.

“Am I aloud to?” I asked timidly.

“Why not? C'mon blondie!” Jack smiled at the nickname with an outstretched hand.

“Thank you.” I whispered to the security guard. He smiled and waved me off.

“Here, hop on we can share my scooter.” Alex smiled.

“I can just run.” I said. Any other girl would die to be on a scooter with Alex Gaskarth, part of me was. But the other part of me told me it was safer to just run.

“Nooooo get on the motherfucking scooter girl.” Alex said in a girly voice. I giggled and got on. I held onto the metal of the handlebars while Alex wrapped his hands around the grips.

“Away!!!!” Jack screamed and we took of speeding through the hallways of the venue. After about 35 minutes, Matt finally caught up with us.

“Boys! Stop, get back to the dressing room you know you aren’t supposed to be running around here!” Matt scolded.

“Who are you?” Matt asked, addressing me.

“Our new best friend, obviously.” Jack smiled as Alex wrapped and arm around me.

“Obviously,” Matt mocked. “But I asked her, not you.”

“My name’s Natalie. I was about to pass out from heat when a security guard brought me in here. Alex and Jack started talking to me as they zipped past on their scooters. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here, I can leave now.” I said, stepping off of the scooter.

“Awww don’t make her leave, Matt! She’s fun. Can we keep her?” Jack asked.

I blushed, “No I don’t want to cause you guys any problems. It was nice meeting you, good luck tonight.” I began walking away when Alex’s hand gripped my wrist. Alex gave Matt a look and Matt nodded.

“You can stay on one condition, keep these boys in check for me. They don’t listen to me, maybe they will listen to you.” Matt said.

“O-okay.” I said.

“YAYYYY buddies! To the dressing room!” Jack yelled as he began to scooter fast, past Matt, taking his hat.

“Jack you fucker!” Matt yelled as he began running after him. I giggled a bit.

“Aww you have a cute laugh.” Alex said.

“Um, thanks?” I whispered.

“You’re welcome, now c'mon, we need to get back.” Alex forced me onto the scooter.

“Ayyyeee.” Zack yelled a we arrived in the dressing room.

“He’s back! With a lady friend!” Rian teased.

“Fuck off.” Alex teased.

“What’s your name?” Rian asked.

“N-Natalie.” I stuttered, I hated meeting new people.

“And you’re a fan?” Zack asked.

“Um yeah. Been a fan for like 3 years or so. This is my first show though.” I replied.

“Holy shit, that long? Wow. But you’re so mellow.” Rian said.
No shit, asshole, I’m nervous.

“What do you expect? Me flailing around because I’m talking to you guys? I’m not that kind of fan. I’m lucky enough to even be back here.” I said.

“Truth.” Alex smiled, “But we like you so it’s okay.”

“Real talk though, who’s your favorite band?” Jack asked.

“Probably Blink or Green Day.” I said.

“Hell yeah, high-five for awesome music taste.” Alex high-fived me. We spent the next few hours talking and I was starting to get a bit more comfortable with them. As the show was about to start I checked my phone like I did every five minutes hoping Annie would say she was here.

From: Annie
I can’t make it tonight Nat! My mom has gone pyscho! Have fun though! Give Alex a kiss for me!

Shit fuck shit fuck shit. She was my ride home tonight. Now how was I supposed to get home? I decided to enjoy the concert from side stage with Matt before I started worrying myself.

“There’s a monster standing where you should be…” Alex sang. We locked eyes for a moment and he winked. I couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. I told him this was my favorite song off of Don’t Panic and now they were playing it. Alex Gaskarth was playing a song for me, how do you expect me to feel?

The show ended and that’s when my worries flooded back. “That was fucking fun.” Rian yelled.

“You guys did awesome! Thanks for letting me watch from back here.” I smiled shyly.

“No problem! Hey, did your friend ever show up?” Jack asked.

I shook my head. “No she didn’t. She was my ride home too, but that’s okay. I can take a cab.” Honestly, I was terrified to take a cab home by myself.

“No, you shouldn’t do that. Cab drivers can be shifty.” Zack said.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah well.”

“You should just crash on our bus.” Alex blurted.


“I mean we are staying in a parking lot tonight anyway because we have the day off tomorrow, you can just crash on the couch and I can take you home tomorrow morning.” Alex said.

“Actually that’s not a bad idea, maybe you can show him what to do on a day off here while he drives you home.” Matt said.

“Um…okay.” I whispered. My mom was out of town, it’s not like she would know, right? And they were really nice guys, it’s not like they are going to rape me or anything. Still, my anxiety was getting to me.

“Yay slumber party!” Jack yelled.

We spent an hour or so on the bus, all of us were drinking even though I am only 18, it didn’t really matter. Soon everyone was off to bed except for me and Alex.

“Do you want to borrow a shirt? I’m sure it’s more comfortable to sleep in then what you’re wearing.”

“Uh sure.” I said softly. He went to his bunk and grabbed a shirt. “Here, put it on. Take off your shorts or don’t, I don’t really care. I can turn around if you’d like.” Alex said.

“Would you please? I’m sorry it’s just-”

“No I get it. Go on.” Alex turned. I slipped on his shirt. I took off my shorts too. I got under the blanket and coughed to let Alex know I was done. “Ah much better.” He smiled sitting down on the opposite end of the couch.

“Yeah…y'know I’m not going to be able to wash this and give it back you in time right?”

Alex smiled. “Nah keep it, it looks better on you anyways.” I blushed.
“You’re really quite, you know that, right?”

I nodded. “I know. I can’t really help it. I just worry about everything all the time and it keeps me from saying much. I’m too anxious half the time.”

“You had a panic attack this morning didn’t you?” Alex asked. I shamefully nodded. “Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay? It happens to me all the time. You’ve just got to find a way to my let it take over your life.”

I looked up at him, trying not to let him know how ashamed I was of my anxiety. “Thanks.” I said with a shaky voice.

“Aww come here.” Alex scooter closer to me and I did the same. He wrapped his arms around me and I instantly felt better. “You’re so pretty and adorable, you shouldn’t let this run your life.” Alex said. I blushed deeply. “I’m going to give you my number, anytime you have an anxiety attack, text or call me I will listen.”

“Thank you Alex.” I whisper.

“You’re welcome, Natalie.” He kissed my cheek lightly and I knew everything was going to be okay.


Hey, sorry this one isn’t perfect. I have Finals(Midterms) next week and I’ve been studying like crazy!! After next week I should be able to write more! Hope you liked it though.

anonymous asked:

ok so I started watching shameless last Thursday because of u and after basically using every spare second of my time to marathon it im finally caught up and first of all HOLY SHIT ITS SO GOOD and second of all. What do I do with my life now. How can I go on. I've been watching this show for like 50 something of the last 120 hours what do I do with myself now (Also have u read any gallavich fic and if so would you rec me some?)

Awesome!  Yeah, that’s how I felt after watching it the first time too, I spent all my free time watching, what to do when your done watching????

Read good fanfiction of course! :P  I’d love to rec you some! :D All of these are either one-shots or finished chapter fics, no WIPs :)

Sexual Harassment in the Workplace

Mickey just needs to keep his head down and stay out of trouble at his new job. Still trouble always manages to find him and when it takes the form of his red haired boss, Mickey’s not sure he can resist even if he wanted to. (Gallavich AU)

Straight Guys Don’t Do Ballet

Mickey is the new pianist at a dance studio, and Ian might be the most annoying person he’s ever met. So naturally, even though it pushes the limits of professionalism, he decides to mess with the guy. Because any guy who does ballet is just asking for it.

You Are Inked On My Skin Long Before We Begin

Mickey’s always been scared of getting his words.  The words which start to show up a couple of weeks before you meet your soulmate, somewhere on your body, beginning so pale they’re barely legible and gradually fading into inky black; the words which will be the first your soulmate ever says to you. He’s hoped that he’ll be like Terry and never get them at all, because he knows that when he meets his soulmate, it’s gonna be a guy, and that’s dangerous, too dangerous to be worth it.
So of course, with his luck, he gets them when he’s only seventeen.

Through the Dawn (series)

Ian meets him at a bar. It becomes a thing, but they never do get around to exchanging names.

Maybe You’ll Be Heard

Prompt: Ian has a speaking difficulty (such as stuttering) so he hates speaking, naturally, Mickey loves his voice - Anon

I Second that Emotion

The words written in a scrawl on the inside of  Ian’s arm don’t make him excited to meet his soulmate. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to hear them. He wants them to be said, then laughed about for years to come. The words themselves might not be heartwarming, but the fact that they will come from of Ian’s soulmate makes them special.

Night Sky

Milkoviches didn’t care for the stars in the night sky. They never looked up to see what was out there for them and they didn’t want to know. It was ridiculous to believe the stars could show you who your soul mate was and they never believed in it, no matter how much society and the media made your stars the most important feature of your life.

Sandwich Asshole AU (series)

ian works in the same office building as mickey. they don’t really get along and mickey seriously considers murdering him over a sandwich.

Make it Alone, or Keep a Straight Face

Mickey’s a sarcastic, cynical piece of shit and he knows it. The last thing he wants to do is go out searching for his perfect match like so many with his little unique ability end up doing.  Apparently, anything red and above 85 is considered soul mate material. Mickey had laughed out loud when he read that one.

This is the Fate You’ve Carved On Me (series)

i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life

Fake it Till You Make It

“Remember that one time you asked me to do that thing for you, and I never asked any questions, and you didn’t explain a fucking thing, but I did it anyway? Do you remember what you said? That you owed me? Big time? I’m calling in that favor.”
In which Ian did a stupid thing and Mickey is there to bail him out. What are best friends for, right?

A Sort of Fairytale

By the time Ian is tossed out of the army and makes his reluctant way home, Mickey is long gone.


Mickey hates to be a walking cliché but—looking at Ian? It feels like the stars and the moon and the fucking sun have all aligned. Boom! Bam! Eureka! I have found the meaning of freakin’ life dipshits! Epiphany.

The Sky is Blue

My response to the prompt: “An AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate.”

We Only Own Our Hell (You Don’t Know Me That Well)

Mickey and Ian meet when they both ditch class, only they just smoke weed and talk, but Mickey can’t seem to get Ian out of his head.

Private (School) Parts

Ian hadn’t expected much from his junior year of high school, spent at the prestigious and expensive boarding school the Chicago Academy. Then he meets Mickey Milkovich, his detention-seeking, chain smoking, rebel-without-a-cause roommate, attending the school on a scholarship he never wanted, and everything changes.

‘Til the Fire Blazing Light

‘Gallagher what?’
‘My last name. Ian Gallagher.’
Duh. Mickey shook his hand, feeling ridiculous at the gesture. ‘Milkovich.’ (soulmate au)

Love is a Disease

Ian had only read it that one time. It was in this book he had to read for school.
“Love is a mental disease.”
It sounded like a load of bullshit to him, honestly.

*deep breath*

Here we go.

Dear Johnlock friends,

I am a little nervous about this, so please bear with me. I have never done anything like this (usually I just reblog things and crawl into a corner). So, here we go.

I’m a Sherlollian. So we obviously disagree on some things in the show. But I spent the better part of an hour typing up a Sherlolly meta and I came to a realization. For me, honestly, this is just a ship. One that I feel passionately about, but I have never really thought it will become canon. But I think you guys, for the most part, have put so much of yourselves into this ship that its possible demise is heart wrenching in a way I can never comprehend. But do you know what? You should be proud of yourselves. Holy shit, you should be so damn proud. Even if Johnlock never happens, you have created a culture. And when people talk about Sherlock, Johnlock comes with it. And everyone I’ve talked to, though they think you guys are kind of crazy (in the best possible way, I think), admires your loyalty and your theories. God, your art and your fanfictions are amazing! Your metas even make me doubt what I think. You even have me half convinced I’m going to be seeing an alternate version of the episode on Sunday. And the few TJLC Explained videos I watched are well thought out and well made.  

And I understand that you may think that Johnlock not becoming canon is a huge step back. You may be right. Part of me is heartbroken for you (assuming, of course, that Johnlock doesn’t become canon, though all is not lost) and wants to see everything you hoped for, all of the theories of the scene not being shown at the initial screening, to be right. They could be. It’s Sherlock after all. But you guys are amazing. God, you are so great. I am so fucking impressed. You have made a show into a cause. You see things that I could have never seen and honestly, I kind of want to see a version of Sherlock written by any of you. 

Sorry, I’m not really articulating this very well, but in essence, I just wanted to say that I love you guys, despite the fact that I haven’t really interacted with any of you. You have created a fandom phenomenon. You are a cause. And though I am done with tumblr for a little while (I really need to get my shit together), I hope that you are happy with the new episode for better or for worse.



(and to all my followers, if you’re reading this, I appreciate everything that you’ve done and all your support, and maybe I’ll talk to you again at another time)