I’m not a popcorn snob so I just grabbed a couple bags of off-brand regular and white cheddar, but I did make sure to buy each person’s favorite movie candy and Jarritos soda flavors, so at least there’s that if the popcorn is terrible. The 80s next generation moviefest begins soon. :)


what happens now, like logistically?

A little something for youguysimserious because it was her Birthday this week, and she’s just generally a fantastic lady.

Basically, because I obviously wanted to tie my brain in knots, I decided it’d be fun to look at what might have gone down after Felicity saved Oliver. Y’know - like, logistically. 

Rating: T (for Teen. Also for Terrible idea) | Riddled with Arrow season 3 finale spoilers, naturally | Not my characters etc. | Unbeta’d, so please forgive any typos. | Title is a line from Crazy Stupid Love.

Save the city. Save the guy.

Now what?

Stand in the middle of the docks, still wearing the freaking A.T.O.M. suit, and make heart eyes at Oliver, for starters.

Felicity’s well aware that the whole thing is a little absurd. And considering that her day started with her super-fast meta-human friend releasing her from a dungeon in the top secret headquarters of an international group of assassins, that’s really saying something. Or actually, was all that was yesterday? Ugh, stupid timezones. Anyway, the point stands - this is ridiculous.

But it’s good-ridiculous for a change, so Felicity lets herself have a moment to just beam at Oliver. Who is very much not dead, very much thanks to her.

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I am a college student no longer! Graduation was yesterday, that’s so weird! It really doesn’t feel like it’s over. Time to be…an adult? I have no idea how to do that. 

I ended up really loving my Bill Cipher cap. It’s such a random thing to put on a graduation cap, but it fit me pretty well I think. ;) Also my dog had his own cap! He didn’t graduate from college! Cheater! (But he’s so cute I forgive him.)

That last pic is something my parents got me as a little graduation gift. Just included that cause I think the quote is important. I have a dream and now I have to go out into the world and achieve it!
Even though school may be over, there is still lots of hard work ahead to get to where I want to be. But I’m excited for the upcoming adventures that await me! :)


1989 Tour Outfit: The Shirt.

Hi guys! I am so excited because I finally got to make my shirt for the 1989 World Tour and I absolutely love how it turned out! So yea, let me break the pictures down one by one!

Picture one: A super messy sketch I made, just so I had an idea of how I wanted the shirt to turn out. + A little shopping list.

Picture two: So I knew that I wanted the shirt to say 1989 but I did not really know how big the numbers should be.. So yea, I printed a bunch and it probably took like 10 prints before I got it right. Good thing my dad wasn’t home because he would probably make me pay for all the ink or something LOLZ SNS

Picture three: Doesn’t really need much explanation. Just me being weird trying to figure out if that was the right size letters or nah (p.s, it was)

Picture four: Shows all the stuff I used. A ruler, fairy lights, glue, rhinestones, scissors and then the 1989 numbers. I found out where I wanted the numbers to be and then I glued them onto the shirt with some strong glue. 

Picture five + six: So now it was time to outline the numbers with rhinestones, and let me just tell you this was so damn time consuming and the glue was freaking stupid I swear it was EVERYWHERE. Picture six shows the finished outlined numbers!

Picture seven + eight: Time to attach the fairy lights. I poked holes through the numbers and the shirt with a scissor and then i pressed the fairy light down so that it could easily get it in the other way. When I attached the fairy lights the right way, I secured it with some super glue so it wouldn’t wiggle around. All this was also extremely time consuming, and now I have got a blister on my finger because I was too rough with the damn lights. The struggle is real. I used a pack of 50 lights for this. 9 lights for the “1″, 13 lights for each “9″, and 15 lights for the “8″. Picture eight shows the finished numbers with lights.

Picture nine and ten: The shirt in ACTION. GLITTER ERRRDAY GLITTER ALL THE WAY.

The rest of my outfit + my dad’s outfit will be posted once I get to finish it!

TAYLOR, I love you and I can’t wait to finally see you on tour June 21st in Amsterdam! I am so unbelievably excited! 


Fun little story: Taylor Swift is in England right now and the last time she was here this crazy ass thing happened where she noticed my face amongst a crowd of people, she then ran over to me and kissed both of my cheeks and took selfies with me. The next day I got home from seeing friends and refreshed my Instagram to see that Taylor Swift had posted a picture with Ellie Goulding and the caption was “kissing my love at the Brits part I” the ‘part I’ bit made me pause because my heart was like “HOLY SHIT SHE KISSED YOU TOO JOHNNIE WHAT IF WHAT IF” but my head was like “nah it’s not happening mate just calm down plz, stop getting worked up about something so unlikely to happen” after I’d chilled out a bit I refreshed my Instagram again and saw something that made my full body break out into a sweat and yeh. Pretty casual. It’ll have been three months tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm kinda new to the Phandom so I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. What does Phan trash mean? Are there any dos and don'ts to being in the phandom?

Phan trash:
A person who is subscribed to every account dan and phil have, follow them on every social media they have, and constantly blog about them on tumblr.
Person one: omg dan and phil did a thing. I’m not okay. *rolls on the floor crying*
Person two: you are such phan trash

-Phangirl about every new video from theirs
-Watch their live shows on younow
-Be excited about TheAmazingBookIsNotOnFire
-Just love them! Be nice, support them and be polite if you ever get the chance of meeting them.

-Shove Phan in either of their faces
-Make a big deal out of little things (like the NY mob, it was nothing)
-Say that Dan is better than Phil (that will be the death of you!!!)
-Talk about the v-day video (it was a prank!!!)
-Insult Phandom members
-Send hate to Phan blogs
-Mention Dan’s younger brother
-Hate on their female friends

  1. I’ll Be Yours To Keep: [ 17549 words, one shot, not rated, Hogwarts!AU, Fake/Pretend relationship!AU ] -  Louis should’ve thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is, especially since he and his “significant other” kinda hate each other. most of the time.
  2. Give Me Truths: [ 110330 words, chaptered, explicit, Punk Louis!AU ] - Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.
  3. Like An Animal (I Wanna Feel You From The Inside): [ 4466 words, one shot, explicit, AU ] - Harry and Louis get a little stuck. Literally
  4. Web Me Harder: [ 6945 words, one shot, explicit, Spiderman!AU ] - Louis Tomlinson, otherwise known as London’s masked hero Spiderman, finds himself crashing through the window of Harry Styles one night after a particularly nasty fight with a villain. Luckily Harry is a nursing student with a soft spot for caped crusaders who’s more than happy to tend to all of Louis’ wounds, no matter how many times he swings by.
  5. Paris Holds The Key: [ 8970 words, one shot, mature, culinary!AU ] - Harry is an extern pâtissier abroad for three months, Niall gets him the job, Louis is a cheeky server who only speaks French, and Liam is Harry’s boss and really likes Zayn’s bread.
  6. Now I See In Shade Of Roses: [ 1501 words, one shot, general audiences, kiss cam!AU ] - Harry goes on a shit basketball date. Louis is the cutie who sits next to him. There’s a Kiss Cam involved.
  7. Wild And Unruly: [ 123665 words, chaptered, explicit, cowboy Harry!AU, city boy Louis!AU ] - Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.
  8. Mine Now: [ 32254 words, one shot, mature, AU ] - After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.OR This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.
  9. You And Me And The Devil Make Three: [ 10589 words, one shot, mature, neighbours!AU ] - AU. Louis moves in next door to Harry. Louis has a ghost, Harry has an extra futon and a crush.
  10. We’re Only Stones Around The Sun: [ 46105 words, chaptered, ten and up audiences, friends to lovers!AU ]-  Harry finds that he can’t ignore his feelings for his best friend when the months start ticking down to Louis’s graduation.
  11. Where There Is Tea, There Is Love: [ 21428 words, one shot, explicit, AU ] -  He raises his head in apology, but then the whole world seems to stop, because his eyes meet gorgeous blue ones. The eyes and accent belong to a beautifully curvy guy who looks like he belongs in an Abercrombie and Fitch ad; he’s got amazing biceps and a soft fringe that Harry wants to run his hands through. The guy is wearing a shirt that has a witty slogan on it: My Blood Type Is Tea. Harry’s never seen a person this beautiful before and he’s accidentally run into Angelina Jolie.
  12. Let’s Fall In Love In A Place You Want to Stay: [ 134169, chaptered, not rated, Jungle Man Harry! AU ] -  A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

Please, keep in mind these fan fictions are not displayed in any particular order.

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I’ll see you soon! xx

You Already Know

aka the one where Justin is a very possessive best friend, over (Y/N), lately, and he goes a little too far with his possessiveness when they go out clubbing with friends, and (Y/N) gets a little pissed off and doesn’t understand what his problem is and he admits he is in love with her (cliche I know) and can it be in his pov, because you’re so good at that my lord help.

Also, I really rushed this one out for you guys because I know how shitty I’ve been with posting, so I'mma just tell yall right now that this sucks. I feel like I have an excuse for my shitty writing everytime. When will my writing skills return from war?

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fic: Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Eren finds Levi’s tumblr and is more than a little confused by contrast between the man he knows in real life and his online persona.

Based off of this tumblr post

me irl: speaks in a fairly monotone voice, doesnt smile a lot, literally gets told i seem dead inside

me online: uses double exclamations points!!  says things like omg and aah and oooooooooooooh a lot.  screams at cute pictures of cats

[also on AO3] words: 3.5Kish rating:T+

Eren may or may not have a huge crush on his maths tutor.

Yep, that’s right, the twenty-two year old, five-foot-three, perpetually impassive man who somehow made trigonometric calculus sexy. The teenager spent most of his time wondering why on earth each tutoring session couldn’t turn out at least a little bit more like a porno. Instead he simply had to sit there and attempt to pay attention to the explanations the guy was giving rather than the entrancing way his mouth moved.

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Hello. My name is Cassidy. I’m 17. I love to draw and play the ukulele. I like sunny days and cheesy movies. I live for seeing the sun set and take too many pictures of the sky. I have a chai latte addiction, and I dream a little too big. And I am pan. The road to figuring it all out wasn’t an easy one. Not one bit. And even still, I’m figuring out new things. Life is a learning experience. We learn and grow as we go. When I was rowdy little girl, I always knew I was just a little bit different than everyone else. As I grew up, I was told who I was to be and what kind of person I should strive to become. I was raised in a very Christian conservative family so when I started to question things, there was a constant battle in my head of what was right and what was wrong. It all began in 6th grade when a certain girl moved to my school. She was interesting. She seemed so happy and bright, something I wasn’t at the time. My mom had ditched me and ran off to California, leaving me with my grandparents, but that’s another story for another day. Most importantly, she was a friend to me when no one else was. Come 7th grade, we were inseparable. Where ever there was me, there was her, or vice versa. People just started associating us with each other. And then things changed. Around the end of that year, she texted me and told me she had feelings for me and I was scared. I was always told being gay is wrong and bad and gross. I wanted to say yes. But it was drilled in my brain from a young age to say no. After thinking about it for a day, I told her yes. Our relationship grew from there. She was my first everything. She made me feel unlike I’ve ever felt before for anyone else. I fell in love with that girl. The only problem? I couldn’t accept myself as someone who was not straight. I kept running from who I was. And that was the downfall of us. Things got even harder when we were told not to see each other or be around each other anymore by our parents. “I won’t have a lesbian in my house.” They said. We met in secret. Between classes, sharing quick little kisses in the bathroom and leaving notes in each other’s locker. After 2 and a half years of struggle, we both found it best to call it quits before we hurt each other anymore. It all seems like some sort of dream now. 2013 was a defining year for me. That summer everything clicked. I read about this thing called “pansexuality”, not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity, and it made sense to me. It perfectly summed up what I had been feeling all that time. I was able to shake the idea that being LGBTQ+ was a bad thing that I would be punished for. And once I did that, I was so much better off. I’ve been so much happier ever since. I feel like I’ve found myself. And I feel good about who I am. I’m proud of how far I’ve come and I can’t wait to see what’s to yet to unfold. I’ve currently been in a relationship for almost 2 years now with my best friend. And I have to say, I’m pretty lucky. He’s so understanding and patient. He accepts me for me. And I love him with all my heart. I’ve surrounded myself with friends that care about me and accept me for the quirky individual I am. Accepting myself as pan is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And that’s why today is so important. I’m Cassidy and that’s just a little bit of my story. Feel free to message me anytime if you need to talk. My asks are always open. And may everyone have a pleasant Pan Day! :)


I LOVE JJ the jet plane, I get such a huge grin on my face when I talk about her & I wanna brag about her to everybody & I wish I could post allllllllll the videos of her because I take like five a day, but her ear infection is still pretty bad & I don’t want people to think she is not getting good care. Her growth pattern is very strange, so I’m a little worried she had additional things wrong with her & might not survive (I would be absolutely crushed & am not even thinking too much about that because it would be incredibly heartbreaking). She’s about the size of a 6-7 week old even though she looks very adult-like in the face.

She can run up to me & give kisses now, & she grooms her cagemates on occasion. It’s hard for her to sit still, though, & she sometimes will chase her tail if she happens to see it. But when I first got her before she started on medication, she couldn’t even stand without falling over, & she was obviously in a lot of pain & going downhill really fast.

humanityinahandbag asked:

Ship meme, Butterfly Bog (obviously)- who wakes up first, who says I love you first (and when I say that I mean in the relationship AS A WHOLE... so, like, before they've EVER said it who actually is the first to say it EVER!) and who tops?

[cont] Actually, screw it, just answer ‘em all. XD


rate it:

notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies

and answer:

  • Who is the most affectionate?:
    Physically - Marianne. Bog is more vocally affectionate, and also in the way of actions and soft gazing and things like that.
  • Big spoon/Little spoon?:
    Given the hight different Bog obviously is the big spoon 90% of the time. There’s a 10% in there where Marianne is and she wraps them both in her wings and it’s a very warm nice feeling. 
  • Most common argument?:
    Differing ruling styles. Mostly. Small cultural differences that become misunderstandings that become bickering.
  • Favorite non-sexual activity?:
    Flying, sparring, you know. the usual. They love taking each other exploring different sites in their respective kingdoms. Adventuring.
  • Who is most likely to carry the other?:
    Like literally? Bog is prone to picking Mari up and throwing her over his shoulder. But like once he figures out Mari can pick him up just as easily that is super… intriguing to him - idk if she’d do it more often but he certainly doesn’t mind when she does.
  • Nicknames?:
    Bog’s the nicknamer. Tough Girl is the most common, and variations thereupon. Mari, too, and love - in the glorious scottish accent. Marianne is the type of person who just insults him fondly.
  • Who worries the most?:
    Bog. He doesn’t treat her like glass because god does he know she can handle herself. But he knows how ruthless/cutthroat/dangerous his forest is and he’s got this quiet lowkey need to keep Marianne safe when they go exploring together. If she’s wandering the forest WITHOUT him, he gets very. high-strung.
  • Who tops?:
    On a night-to-night basis, Bog. On more… spectacular nights, Marianne.
  • Who initiates kisses?:
    Probably Marianne, at first. The first time HE does, Marianne is stunned so speechless that even his teasing remarks about her glazed eyes and slack jawed expression doesn’t affect her.  
  • Who wakes up first?:
    I wanna say Bog does, but they both probably aren’t morning people so they both do that wake up-fall back asleep numerous time
  • Who says I love you first?
    Marianne. They were bickering (surprise), that turned into straight up ridiculous name calling - and at some point Marianne just Throws her hands up and yells to the universe at large “WHY IS THIS WHAT I’VE CHOSEN TO LOVE!?”
    And Bog is about to snap something witty back and just freezes halfway. “Well you’re- wait. what?”
    “You whaT?”
    And she blushes and glares at the floor and coughs out. “I love you, idiot. Did you really need me to say it?”

I’m going to Denver Comic Con today, which should be a good time. There are some interesting panels, my wife is an exhibitor, and cosplay people-watching is some of the best there is. But I wanted to share this: every attendee gets a little guidebook with maps, descriptions of panels, etc. And page one, paragraph one of the whole thing reads as follows:


  1. Be polite.
  2. Mutual respect is essential throughout the con.
  3. Personal Space: Don’t touch. Ask permission first.
  4. Don’t box people in, don’t follow them when they leave, do not force yourself on their social lives.
  5. If people are avoiding eye contact, looking to their friends for assistance, or generally not engaging in a conversation with you, it’s time to walk away.

And, like, I love that DCC organizers are thinking about this kind of thing (and it goes on to describe the anti-harassment policy, which is even better), but it shows just how poorly gamers and other nerds have been presenting themselves to the world lately - when con organizers have to preemptively scold everyone and teach them about basic human interaction

Decisions and Input

Daddy asked me, “Would you like to go to breakfast?” (Asking for input, but he still made the final decision).

“Yes, sounds good.” (Input given; decision made by him to go…)

Trying to figure out what to wear… “Do you like this one or this one?” (Asking for him to make a decision instead of “Oh it doesn’t matter, whatever you feel like.”)

“Wear that one, it looks better on you.” (Decision made).

I like that little things like this are making their ways into our normal conversations. He understands I need the decision taken out of my hands. I’m getting better at being less bratty and just doing my best to listen to his choices.

Baby steps.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if I might speak to Loki and/or Bruce please? Not that I don't love all of you guys, I'm just not sure how well you would understand. My sister attacked me, and though I'm not adopted, it often feels like my mom doesn't care about me, that no one does. I know I've helped people in my life, I saved a little girl from drowning by jumping into a lake when I couldn't swim. I was looking these things up, and found I'm passively suicidal. I don't want to die, but I don't care if I live

Your life is the most important thing you have. Everyone has someone that cares about them, that’s something I’ve found out. I’ve been on the verge of suicide before… Please don’t be. You’re worth way more than that. We care about you and love you, even if we don’t know you. And there are a lot of other people out there that care about you, some you know and others you may have never met.


Sometimes the world isn’t fair, like that. Just because we are kind to people does not necessarily mean others will be kind back. But we’d all like you to know that we’re here for you and we care about you. Even though I feel Odin does not truly love me, I know there must be some form of love as he saved and cared for me. Perhaps your mother is not expressing her love for you in the traditional way, but if you ever feel that it is too much and you need someone to talk to, we are always here.



I’m Madly involved
With The perception you give off
The little things you do are magnified
I’ve never been so terrified
Of my mental outcome
I’m thinking about adventures with you past year 3000
All because of your smile
Your warm winds crash into my existence
Short breaths and blurred vision
Is my current position
Just the way that you listen
Makes it seem like my words were the first to ever touch your ear
And how loud your heart beats when I’m close has lead me to believe someone has never been so near
In a world where everyone wants to be different
You shine the light on simple
I don’t need all that extra shit
It is all mental
Your love is more than sufficient
Go Ahead and wash while I put away the dishes
Get undressed while I apply the kisses
Call me mr and I’ll call you Mrs.

tw: molestation 

Last night I had an emotional moment because Nate and I were playing around before bed and I was reminded of this horrible “game” that the boys I grew up with used to play with me. 

But then I also thought about my friend Torren (who I’m still friends with) and how when he could he would do little things to protect me. 

And I just decided to write him a long message about how much I love him and how some times when I get scared to have kids cause I’m scared something bad will happen to them, then I’m comforted by the fact that people like him exist. And I’m not as scared. 

And now I have a terrible headache from how hard it made me cry. 

you know the best thing about broad shoulders? about shoulders that are often too big for a size small or ‘too wide’ for a strapless dress? they hold me up when i ask them to. just like narrow shoulders. or soft shoulders. little arms and big arms. they wrap around a loved one just the same.