i will ride on this one day

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Had one of those mundane, ordinary days that are actually extraordinary with the right perspective. Woke up next to this love of mine, completely wrapped up and warm. Kissed him goodbye. Enjoyed my warm coffee on a long car ride. Spent all day doing something I’ve wanted to do since I was 16 years old. Belly laughed trying to do pull-ups at the gym. Now I’m eating Honey-Ohs out of the box while we sort through our taxes.

Not every day is as eventful as a day on vacation or a Saturday. But there is still magic in every day.

Paging Tom Waits

Elbows on the wood
In the last bar ever
there’s whiskey on my tongue
girls are dancing on the table
dust and smoke ride on the wind
blowing hot in through the shutters
as one lone silver dollar pirouettes
between my open palms

They say the city’s a burning
but what’s not on fire these days?
They’ve broken all the promises
no chance for better endings
in a black dying world of shadow
so I drink another shot or two
let my hand caress a leg

Congrats Séan!

15 million is a big ol bunch of peeps and I’m happy I made the decision to become one of them. Just thank you for all the smiles, joy, laughter or even tears that you’ve brought us. I love watching your videos every single day (it’s become a habit by now :p) and watching the different types of things you upload. I’m generally quite a happy person and I don’t get upset about things very often but when I do, I always know I have a friend to come to when no-one else is there for me and that kind of safety blanket is really reassuring.
So just thank you, and cheers to what the future holds. I can’t wait to see what you achieve and vicariously come along for the ride :D

Wishlist for season 11 (part 2)

Ty
- I know I already gave some ideas for Ty, but I just had to steal this one after seeing it on IG: a story about Ty and Harley

The Baby
- The naming ceremony, of course
- I’d like to see the baby get “her own name”, as in I don’t really want her named after anyone AND Borden better be a part of her last name.
- Some milestones, like first solid food, learning to crawl, first smile, etc.

Georgie
- More trick-riding
- More of her helping and learning from Amy
- Maybe another job shadow day, but where she goes on vet calls with Ty & sees the ups and downs of his job.
- Being friends with Adam, but not necessarily dating. If they do get back together I want to happen gradually and naturally, instead of being forced.
- A little bit of Georgie babysitting the new baby (but still, mainly having Ty & Amy parent their own child!)
- More Georgie & Katie scenes

Katie
- Katie and her new cousin. Maybe some jealousy and her trying to act like a baby, to get attention, but then Lou talks to her and reminds her of all the things she can do because she’s a big girl. One such thing being that she can help with the baby, then she starts to bond with her cousin.
- More of her learning to ride
- Seeing her on a play date with Abraham or another friend
- Have her bond with Ty & Amy more, while she bonds with her cousin

I can’t keep these short, lol

TO BE CONTINUED…

March 27, 2017

Updates:
Officially riding again after four long months of no progress on my chronic pain, so I’m back to square one taking ibuprofen, working at the barn, and riding as if I’ve never taken time off.
My muscles are more sore than they’ve ever been because I’ve never taken such a long break, but I’m super excited about being ~back in the saddle~
I missed it so much and Devon has been such a sweetheart these past couple days; even our barn manager noticed that she trusts me a lot more than the girl that’s been riding her/the people who have been handling her and her change in attitude since I’ve been spending more time with her is noticeable.
I’ve been doing strictly flat with her and finally got my leg strong enough to where I feel comfortable using a spur on her again so she’s more responsive and much lighter. Her canter needs woooork though and I’m still so weak and I get tired sooo fast so I can hardly work her canter enough to get her out of some habits she’s picked up. That being said, I’ve definitely gotten stronger and my stamina is slowly increasing so it shouldn’t be too much longer til she’s back where I had her!

What the fuck is happening with me
I used to not give a fuck about chicks
I used to be me even if i am surrounded with six
With her its different everything turn out to be mix
I used to be a player with her she is the one who has different tricks
Where would i start? Really which part?
Is it the way she looks or Is it her perfect smile
Is it her pretty ass lips or Is it her ride to die style?
Shame am not being me for couple of days but hopefully she is worthwhile
She is an angel she is a fucking artist
From all them girls i used to be with she is the hottest
If she ever be mine i would be the luckiest
I really plan to make her the happiest
I hate girls with piercings in their face but with her its different
Am kissing her ass i need to get high someone needs to pass
18 months now am clean ill fucking smoke for this queen
What your mother gave you thats a fucking gold gene
Soon essinem she will scream
Am not sure that am staying in the same theme
I didn’t make it yet this is fucking obscene

anonymous asked:

So what happened with the headband incident, my dear little red riding hood?

lmao what the fuck… don’t call me that… Anyway, my mother was angry at my stepfather for like three days and then she got over it. The thing about my mum is that she enjoys confrontation too much, like, she lives for arguing and fighting, and she knows I’m not having any of it and that I’ll shut that shit down immediately, and my brother is too young and I’ll always stand up for him anyway, so she goes after her husband who she knows can be trampled over cause he’s too much of a nice guy. But she always moves past it after a while. 

on how I inadvertently made my hometown haunted

I know I’ve shared this story before, but I can’t find it.

I grew up in a log cabin in the woods on the outskirts of a small rural town. It’s so small that it doesn’t actually show up on any maps - the only official marker is a small green sign on the edge of the road, and the longest-residing resident automatically becomes the mayor. We have a few houses, a gas station, a Masonic lodge, a Quaker church, and a couple of small graveyards. The rest is farm and woodland.

One day, I was visiting a school friend in the next town over. There were six or seven of us there, doing nothing but munching on pretzels, talking shit, and stewing in a questionable hot tub. I didn’t get out much, so this was a real party for me.

I stayed late because one girl I didn’t know offered to give me a ride home. I lived about 20 minutes away, but she didn’t mind - she liked driving country roads and wanted the practice. We were halfway there when I casually mentioned the name of my town and she nearly veered off the road.

She turned to stare at me in horror. “Are you serious?! I’m not driving there!”

“Why… not?” I had no idea what her problem was. It’s not like there’s a crime problem. Was it too far away? Was she going to leave me stranded?

“It’s super haunted. I hear so many bad stories about that place,” she said. I think my jaw dropped, but she was completely serious.

“What have you heard?” I asked. Haunted? And *I* didn’t know about it? Me, the kid who drank up ghost stories and urban legends like mother’s milk?

She explained how she’d heard stories about secret societies, strange rituals, black dogs, witches, mysterious gated roads, creepy houses, hooded figures roaming graveyards, and more. She was clearly terrified.

It took me a moment to process everything before I burst into laughter. Gasping for breath, I said, “That’s me! That’s all me! That’s literally all my family!”

My dad, a Freemason, had offered our woods as a location for rituals. My dog at the time, a black Labrador, was allowed to roam free. My parents often cooked over an open fire in a cauldron, either preparing food or chemical treatments for my father’s craftsmanship. Our log cabin we constructed out of pieces of old 18th century local buildings and is filled with oddities @. The hooded figures had been my birthday party, wandering the cemetery with lanterns ‘cause there was nowhere else to go.

“It’s not haunted,” I assured her. “That’s all just my family doing normal stuff. You can visit if you like. The scariest thing in town and the source of all these stories is already sitting next to you in your car, so what’s to fear?”

She did eventually calm down enough to drive me home, and we had a good laugh about it. I have no idea how far my town’s reputation for spookiness has reached, but I’m honored to be the inspiration of at least a few urban (rural?) legends.

“To relax in our giddy unrelaxed configurations, we would sometimes go to amusement parks. I remember one particular day in Seattle where Harrison—well, all of us really—had gotten on a Ferris wheel that had cages for seats that tended to spin as it went around. As you can see, it’s difficult to describe—but the bottom upside-down line is that Mark and I had gotten on the ride first, so when we got off we watched as Harrison—who like all of us was still wearing what we’d worn on TV (not your optimum style for Disneyland Lite)—got on. And Mark and I stood on the ground laughing while a poker-faced Harrison hung upside down like a dressed-up fruit bat with a tie casually draped over his very serious face!” – The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

Feb 13. Happy 1 Year Anniversary, Zombietale.

so i’ve been thinking a lot about lance and his siblings

  • lance would drive his lil sister to and from school when their mama had to work. he’d wait outside the gates for her and they’d hold hands or he’d give her a piggy back to the car as he asked about her day
      •  sometimes she even made drawings for him to look at as they walked
  • the two (lance and his younger sis) go to the beach together A LOT
      • lance was actually the one who taught her to surf
      • they spend time building sandcastles, surfing and looking for shells they can take home
  • lance and his older sister are actually the ones who bicker the most, all of it playful teasing until lance gets too big for his boots and things get… interesting.
      • it normally ends with his sister getting him in a headlock and him tapping out though
  • lance is the only one his lil sister likes to comb her hair. she’s got real big curls and lance is the only one soft enough to be able to battle them. he’ll braid back her hair before they go swimming and it’s a job trying to get her to sit still
      • lance always has to guide her back down and he’s laughing as he’s all “woah, hey, you’re gonna mess up all my hard work!”
      • to which she giggles and settles for at least a minute
  • their whole family has movie nights where they just all pile in the living room and watch a couple movies. lance’s older siblings are all spread across the couch with his parents, while he and his younger sister are piled on the floor with pillows and blankets
      • it’s not too long before his older siblings get into an argument about the movie choice, to which lance and his lil sister just both respond “SHUT UPPPPPP” because they’re both so invested in the movie
      • lance gets a pillow thrown at the back of his head for that
  • lance is always trying to prove himself to his older siblings and that often leads to him getting himself into very sticky situations
      • he once got his head stuck in a metal fence because his brother dared him
      • one time he needed to go to the emergency room because he bet his siblings he could chug a bottle of hot sauce (he could not)
      • he tried backflipping off the trampoline once and ended up fracturing his ankles
      • he once got way too cocky while trying to get rid of a spider in the house and just straight up grabbed it in his hand. as you can imagine, his face was instant regret and he fainted
  • he and his older brother wrestle a lot too
      • they both commentate the fight as it’s happening
      • “and firstborn mcclain lands a fatal blow!! baby mcclain is down!! i don’t think he’s gonna get back up!!”
      • yes. lance is baby mcclain.
  • his siblings all tease lance for being a mamas boy, but it’s funny because they all love their mama so damn much. 
      • lance welcomes this title honestly
      • he stands there with a wide smile as he replies all “yeah. and what?”
      • mama is smiling in the background while his siblings smirk and mumble something along the lines of “kissass”
23 years ago, I had a bully. That was the last bully I ever had.

I was in second grade. Every morning, my dad would give me a Blow Pop lollipop that I would enjoy at my leisure. I usually ate it after school during the bus ride home. There was this bully whose name I don’t even remember, and he would always harass kids, and no one ever stood up to him. I do remember he was big for a fourth grader, and rumor was he was held back a grade (I never asked him, so I don’t know for sure, but it was likely, since he was a fucking moronasshole).

One day, I was getting my Blow Pop out of my backpack and he saw me do it. He walked up to me and called my attention. “Hey kid, I see you with a Blow Pop every day,” he said. “My dad gives me one every day,” I said. Admitting to a bully that you have an endless supply of what he wants is a terrible idea, but I was young and naïve.

“Give it to me.”

“…no.”

He took it from me before saying another word. I protested and reached for it, and all he did was shove me away and I knew I had lost. He unwrapped it, while staring straight at me, and put the lolly in his mouth like he was trying to seduce my inner rage into a fight. I took Judo for a year when I was around five or six, but I knew that shit wasn’t going to save me. Most of what we did in that Judo class was trip other little kids when they’re holding you from a set position, and this big little asshole probably wouldn’t attack me with a karate chop so I wasn’t prepared to trust my martial arts training to prevent me from getting my ass kicked in front of a bus full of peers.

No, instead, I just took it.

The next day, I was getting my lollipop out, and Dickballs McThief came right up to me and collected it, once again unwrapping it in front of me and sticking it in his mouth while maintaining eye contact like he’s Cesar Millan and I’m a disobedient chihuahua. On the third day, I decided to eat my lollypop during lunch so I didn’t have to give it up to this turd later on. That’s when I learned what this little prick was made of.

“Where’s my Blow Pop,” he asked, like an asshole.

“I didn’t get one today.”

“I don’t care if YOU don’t get one. I want MY Blow Pop every day, and YOU are gonna get it for me.”

I tried to put up a verbal fight, but all he did was shove me and press on. All I could do was give in and agree to pay him his Blow Pop tax every day.

The next day, he got his lolly and gave me his stupid patented stare down. And the day after that. And the time after that. I got tired of not having a Blow Pop, so one morning I asked my dad for two, and he said no, that one was enough. I disagreed, and told him I needed two because I had to give one to this kid on the bus. My dad gave me a speech about bullies, and told me I have to resolve that situation, because I can’t live in fear and all that crap, but he also stressed that I shouldn’t fight him unless he fights me. Good, because I didn’t want to fight him.

That day, before school ended, I had a brilliant revenge idea. I went to the bathroom, unwrapped the Blow Pop, unwrapped my pants, and rubbed that candy all over my dick, balls, and asshole. I went to town on that shit. I spread my cheeks, I stretched my sack against it, I even pulled my foreskin back and got my glans all over it. By the time I was done, I had rubbed it on me so much that if someone sucked my dick they’d promptly be arrested for statutory rape, but ALSO, they would be like, “wow, your penis tastes like a Blow Pop.”

I shoddily re-wrapped the candy and headed to the bus. Like clockwork, Unbeknownst Cocksucker demanded the Blow Pop, and I gave it to him. He did his usual intimidating unwrapping ritual without relenting in his eye contact with me. Then he put it in his mouth.

My laughter was maniacal. He’s standing there with the lolly in his mouth, and I’m laughing like a Bond villain. Without waiting for him to ask what’s so funny, I yelled, “I PUT THAT IN MY BUTT!!!!” The kids in the immediate area started laughing at him, and I just continued to yell what I’ve done.

“I RUBBED IT ON MY BUTTHOLE!! I PEED ON IT!! [that was a lie, but the general idea is there]”

Kids started mocking him while I kept yelling what I had done in the most delirious tone imaginable, and he just threw the Blow Pop on the ground and started spitting. The bus driver got in on this commotion and wanted to know what was wrong, and like a little pussy, the bully actually told him. I got in trouble for it, and it escalated to the point where my parents were called to the vice principal’s office about my behavior. Nothing happened to the bully, as far as I’m aware, but he never ever fucked with me again.

And I enjoyed my Blow Pops in peace for another few weeks until I got sick of them.

DIE

Feelings I can’t stop
Can’t ask to go away
Growing on me like some kind of drug
I’m afraid they’re here to stay
Crying because I feel like it
Praying that nobody has noticed
How it tears me down
How I’m not even able to stand on my own ground
Pulling trough
Just because I think I need to
Show no one I’m weak
I’ll have time for that when I sleep
Open up my mind to the reality
Dreaming of the possibility
To the outcome
Of some of the things I’ve done

No one in the world can understand
That I’m battling a battle I can’t win
I’m in it on my own
And that’s the only thing I know
It’s just going to be me on this ride
Till the day I die

Choices I have to make
Smiles I have to fake
No giving up
Because of the people that say I’m enough
Trying so hard not to cry
Writing out all of me lies
Vanishing in my thoughts
Thinking why life treats me this rough
Feel like I’m a mess
Feel like I’m depressed
Trying to cope with it
But my mind just ain’t willing yet

No one in the world can understand
That I’m battling a battle I can’t win
I’m in it on my own
And that’s the only thing I know
It’s just going to be me on this ride
Till the day I die

Helpless

Requsts: “Can you do one for Klaus where he’s obliviously in love with virgin reader and when he leaves town, she’s upset about why. Bestie Stefan comforts her and she ends up riding his face. Klaus finds out,gets upset, returns to show her what she’s missing?” (Not really smutty even though it should be, but there are places where you can gather enough info to literally imagine it. I just couldn’t picture this one as smutty, just more like a drama. It was still fun to write!)

The anxiety building up to the point where Klaus broke your heart made you realize how lucky you were to be oblivious. You just wished you could go back to the days where guys wouldn’t break your heart. Where they wouldn’t make you fall in love with them and then crush you. You were an oblivious nineteen year old girl who fell for Klaus Mikaelson, you let this happen. If you hadn’t then you wouldn’t have to deal with this heart ache. ‘My past promises to keep you with me no matter the destination has brought me to realize your safety is key and not just my needs for you to be by my side. I have to let you go, Y/N.’

Just thinking about the way he was talking to you. He was hurt which made his normally bubbly and happy toned accent sound dreary and cold. You hated goodbyes, and it didn’t matter what they were about. Especially when somebody said goodbye to you. Somebody you loved. Repeating his voice in your head made you feel like he was right next to you, you could feel him there. But when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there. You opened your eyes to the front door of the boarding house where your best friend Stefan lived.

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7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!


At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.


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