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    There were more pleasant things to do on a Saturday night than spending it at a laundromat, avoiding eye contact with the other people folding and sorting their clothes as she stuffed her underwear into the machine, all while angrily muttering under her breath. 

      This was positively an aspect of life in this world she could do without, and one she hadn’t considered beforehand. The first time had been rather tough, trying to figure out how this worked. For someone not familiar with the mechanics of this place, it had seemed like rocket science. 

       Finally able to sit back and enjoy the thrilling sight of her clothes getting washed, she reached into her bag, only to find it without the book she thought she brought. Oh bloody hell, she muttered, sinking further into her seat and groaning in displeasure.

I’m writing this as he’s making us Taquitos and homemade margaritas. It’s our tradition every single Tuesday night to have Tacos/Taquitos and tequila and we’ve been doing this every Tuesday since we’ve been together. I’m sitting on the couch and there is literally no place I would rather be than right here with the love of my life.

I met the love of my life on tinder. I never thought those words would ever come out of my mouth but honestly I don’t give a fuck. That might be the tequila talking. Anyway, here goes our story.

I was on Tinder for the hell of it. I didn’t take it seriously. I had a few pictures, no bio, and maybe 5 matches. Well, one night I match with him. We chat. He’s nice, incredibly handsome, and actually held a conversation with me.

So you know what I do? I give him my number without him even asking for it and never text him back. This guy would text me all the time and it really never occurred to me that he was just interested in getting to know me. I had surgery back when we first started texting and he even offered to bring me soup and keep me company. He was such a sweetheart.

I could give a billion reasons as to why I pulled such a dick move but when it comes down to it, my guard was up and I thought he was just another fuck boy. Sorry baby, I was wrong.

So one night, about a month later, he texts me at 11:30 and I’m bar hopping with a friend (all two bars in the small town that I live) and he asks me if I’m out. Mind you, I haven’t talked to him in weeks. I tell him that I’m out, he invites me to where he and his friend are at which was about thirty minutes away, and I tell him I’m on my way.

The entire way there I’m nervous screaming and freaking out. It’s been a minute since I dated and I had no idea how this was going to go.

The first time I saw him I thought I was going throw up. He was the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on. I loved his smile and the way his eyes twinkled and scrunched up. I’ve never felt so nervous in my life.

He bought me a drink and we chatted and it went well. The bar started to close so we continued to talk outside and this is the moment that changed my life forever. He asked me about the tattoo of an anchor on my wrist and I shared with him my struggle of depression and surviving a suicide attempt. Not only does he listen but he shares his story with me and how he’s struggled with the same issue.

We talked for thirty minutes or so until our friends made us part ways but we told each other that we needed to meet up again soon. He texted me later that night and told me how amazing it was to meet me and how happy he was that I was alive and how the world would’ve missed an amazing human being. My heart instantly melted.

With him, I felt safe. I felt confident. I felt comfortable. I have been in two physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive relationships. Not once has he looked at me as s burden or as someone who is crazy and that meant the world to me.

Two months later, he’s my best friend. He’s my rock, my shoulder to cry on, my everything. He drives 40 minutes one way to surprise me for my lunch break at work and puts extra salt on my margarita. He never goes an hour without telling me how beautiful I am or how happy I make him.

When I met him I was so angry at the world and was set on never finding love. I wanted to make money and be successful. But when I found him, I started thinking of marriage, babies, a future together. That was not like me whatsoever but he brought out the best in me. I became loving, motivated, and excited for life.

He’s become my best friend and crazy love story. I never understood the saying “you know when you know” until I met him. He’s my other half and my soulmate and there’s no one else I would rather do life with.

So thank you tinder for bringing me the most amazing man in the world to me. You the real MVP.


So some people have been commenting rather rudely on one of Dan’s tweets, and I just thought I’d vent my frustrations on how those people are seriously making me want to punch them. But in all seriousness, give Dan some slack guys. I’ve had an existential crisis before, and every moment of it was absolutely horrid, and I don’t think some of you understand that Dan is a person too. He has feelings, and he has problems. He could be going through a lot of troubles, okay?? 


book pairings:Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
from Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling

The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Harry found himself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in horrific scenes of Dark Magic.

Roommate pretends she's poor so I'd give food to her then starts insulting me after I tell her no? No food for her, then.

Sorry - I tried to make this short but I tend to write a lot.

This happened recently. I was doing a semester-long college program at the Happiest Place On Earth, living in an apartment owned by that company with five other roommates.

This one girl, whom I’ll call Vivian, was extremely nice to me. Always complemented my looks, gave me rousing speeches about how I’m going to do amazing things in life, and always would tell me that I’m amazing and wonderful and great. I thought of her as a friend and since I noticed she ate nothing but instant ramen, gogurts, and zipzicles(if you don’t know what these are, they’re much like gogurts in the way that they can freeze, melt, and unfreeze with no problem, only they’re popsicles rather than yogurt) I started offering her my food to eat. She proceeded to eat half of the groceries I bought, but only my junk food items like hot pockets, pop tarts, potato chips, soda, etc. I would notice that my food went missing only to find out she’s eaten them. I had asked her to ask me first before eating anything and she wouldn’t even bother.

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hey guys! looks like the /seductive voice/ month of love is coming up and i thought why not make random fun valentines to give out!
if you’d like to receive one of these funky cards (and don’t mind giving a random ass person your address) i’d be so happy to send you one!

these cards are a free deal but it’d be nice for a follow ;u ;

you can personally message to give your info or if you’d rather doing it over email, i’ll give you my address.

but never the less, enjoy these silly and crude cards! ow o


A little giveaway!

I’ve been trying to clear out some books lately because I reached max capacity about 500 books ago, most of what I’m getting rid of is either crappy paperbacks or old proofs so they’re going to the charity shop or the bin, alas.

I don’t know if anyone’s noticed that I am not a fan of John Green, but it has come to my attention that a lot of you are, so rather than adding The Fault in Our Stars to the charity shop pile I thought I’d give it away to someone on here. It’s one of the signed copies from the original print run, read only once, and I am one of those people who take off the dust jacket and place it somewhere safe while reading so it’s in perfect condition.

The rules:

None really, I’m willing to post anywhere, and it’d be nice if you’re following me but it’s not a necessity.

Just like or reblog this post to put your name in, it ends 20th July 2014, at 10pm GMT, and I’ll try to pick the winner that night.


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a thousand ways to fall down

Louis/Nick | 31k | Explicit
written for @1dbigbang round four.

Louis had thought about boyfriends, no doubt. He’d rather like to have one, truthfully, but his schedule doesn’t really allow for the commitment and closeness required to establish anything, particularly because of his tendency for getting wrapped up in his boyfriends and devoting himself to love and romance and relationships. And dating around is not feasible for him due to not being out.

Three hundred and thirty pounds for an hour is doable, though.

What he gets is a charming, beautiful man who is far more kind than Louis feels he deserves which means a lot of terrible feelings, heartaches, and the beginnings of something taking root in Louis’ chest where he can’t imagine a life without Nick Grimshaw, even if Louis has to pay him for it.

Read here. Incredible fanmix created by spankmeniall can be heard here.

I don’t need a boyfriend. I don’t even want a boyfriend… at least not that much. I’d rather have someone who I can talk to anytime and likes spending time with me. My friends are always busy. Maybe I’m not busy enough. For once, I want someone who isn’t too busy for me. Someone who makes time for me because they want to spend time with me. Because they like me for me. I don’t need one, but it’d be a nice change. A change I wouldn’t object to.
—  6:54pm thoughts// someone to go to the fair with me, but nothing forced

So I made this list for the phandom. It’s basically all the phandom guidelines/general tips for people who have been in the phandom since the beginning to people who have just entered it! I thought it would be nice to have these all in one place rather than finding these things out overtime.

Wrong answer part 2
  • INTP asked the same question to a group of friends - "Would you rather be an honest and fair person, and have everyone believed that you're a liar and a douche bag? Or would you rather be a liar and a douche bag, and have everyone believed that you're a fair, honest, and wonderful person?"
  • ESTP: (immediately bursts out) Of course I'd be the asshole everyone thinks is nice!
  • ENTP: That was quick, ESTP.
  • INTP: That's what he already is, so it's easy.
  • ENTP: Hmmm...I think...hmmmm.....I'd say be nice regardless of what people think...even though my first reaction was to be the asshole people like.
  • INTP: Difficult choice, huh?
  • INFJ: OMG, am I the only one who immediately thought I'd always be nice even if people think I'm bad?
  • ENTP: Yes, INFJ.
Stimmy App Recommendation:

I recently came across an app called ‘magic fluids’ - its one of those interactive simulation apps that lets you mess around with colourful smoke/fire/liquid simulations. 

I have the free version of the app which has limited features but Im personally still finding a lot of fun and rather calming. The full version is pretty cheap though I think, and allows you to customise/change the settings a lot more. 

Pretty Things

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Plot: So I had two ideas for the last anon prompt I was given (The “stronger than I look” one) so I decided to write them both, post one for the request and one as a separate one. This one doesn’t use the prompt though; I just had the idea from the prompt. (Also I had no idea what to call this)

Warnings: None

Words:  1,439 (I think this is my longest one o-o though I can’t be sure)

 (The gif just makes me really happy so I hope it makes you guys happy too)

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Fake it until you make it...

I am shy by nature, I am in fact an introvert. I get drained when going to events with friends and family. The thought of having to go out with my girlfriends for a “girls night” is quite appealing, but the thoughts leading up to that time is mentally frustrating and exhausting that often I sit around and ponder excuses to use to keep from having to go out. I would much rather sit in my sweats and read a book or binge watch movies on Netflix. My palms get sweaty when around large crowds of people and not knowing a single soul. I love days where I have “me” time. I am in fact one of those people who enjoys my own company. I see no qualms with seeing a movie alone, dinner for a party of 1, having a nice glass of Merlot at a wine bar by myself. I live for the opportunities where I can revel in my own thoughts. To friends and family I am often labeled weird or a loner, but in reality I label it as a state of tranquility and self-assurance.

The same notion applies to sugaring. My biggest issue with sugaring in the very beginning was not with men assuming I was “too curvy” or the manipulation tactics in which the ensue onto us, but rather the actual going on pot dates or elegant events. Being able to look engaged and having an organic conversation free of awkward pauses was what in fact worried me. Being around individuals of power, wealth, and fame scared the shit out of me. Not only was I thrown into environments with large groups of people, but those individuals were of great importance. I could feel a lump in my throat, my mouth would get dry, I would begin to sweat, and the use of the word “umm” was followed by every other word I uttered.

So what did I do to get out of being that classic defined introvert? I began to mimic the positive qualities of my extroverted friends and utilizing them into my daily repertoire. I would force myself to step outside of my comfort zone (although I was terrified). I would start spontaneous conversations when out and about. I made a conscious effort to smile more often to those around me (I tend to have a resting bitch face) and make more eye contact. Instead of fidgeting with my phone I kept my hands free and slowly engaged hand movements through my conversations. Slight body contact with talking with a man I was interested in as well (slight touch on the arm). I continued to educate myself on topics that interested the wealthy and powerful. Come to find out, many of those topics were not as boring as I once perceived. 

I worked on different facial expressions, improved my flirting, and I made sure to bring my strengths to the forefront, and to look at my imperfections as unique defining characteristics. No, I did not posses a model thin frame, no I was not petite, no I can’t walk in 5in heels like a goddess gliding across the floor. But what I did possess was undeniable charm, I was eventually deemed “exotic” by men, I was sweet, caring, free-spirited, and open minded. I stood about 6ft in stature, almond shaped eyes, dimples upon each cheek and a sense of innocence that men simply adored. I simply would just fake it. Yes, fake it until you make it! Eventually I did not have to fake it because I began to adopt those qualities. It took a lot of trial and error. I made A LOT of foolish mistakes, as do all of us (if you haven’t you are lying). But I always stayed positive. Today, getting the attention of men or meeting new people in general comes with ease. I am so comfortable in my skin that it is virtually impossible to have anyone diminish that mindset. So ladies, just fake it until you make it; in conjunction with educating yourself and using common sense, of course. 

For all my introverts out there, be willing to step outside of your comfort zone. I know its scary. But, what is even scarier is not living up to your full potential.

Positive vibes, prosperity, and safety to all of my loves! *blows kisses*



Fantastic Beasts observation

Let’s take a look at this quote: 

“I know you have rather backwards laws about relations with non-magic people. That you’re not meant to befriend them, that you can’t marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me.”

Newt is essentially a wildlife biologist, albeit one who studies magical creatures.

We learn that he is particularly concerned with the breeding and conservation of endangered species–and that would make him keenly aware of the problems with a shrunken gene pool. 

Newt probably has a better understanding of the drawbacks of inbreeding that your average wizard. “Wizards can only marry wizards” would ultimately backfire on the wizards on a whole. 

I thought this was a rather nice, subtle detail. 


Many years ago, I found a small Pyrex pie plate at a garage sale. I loved the novelty of it. It looked and felt nice, and I thought it might come in handy for those times when I might want to make two small pies rather than one traditional-size one. One pie could go to a friend or neighbor, and we would keep the other one. I figured our tiny pie would be enough to keep us happy with just a sliver apiece. It was a nice but flawed idea for two reasons. 1) As it turned out, no one was happy with just a sliver. 2) It took me ten long years to find a match for this nifty little pie pan. Actually, it was my mother (a thrift store junkie like myself), who came through and scored one in Greeley, Colorado. The elusive pan arrived a few weeks ago, and I’ve been itching to make two pies ever since.

A friendly neighbor down the street was the lucky recipient of the second pie. He couldn’t believe his good fortune as I handed him a warm, fragrant pie, still nestled in a kitchen towel. The second pie was actually just the right size for two of us. It made a lovely dessert that night and an even better breakfast the next morning.

The recipe comes from an old Joy of Cooking cookbook. I’ve made it so many times the page is stained from vanilla and cinnamon. Irma Rombauer suggests the lemon juice and vanilla as optional, but years ago I decided I liked both.

Apple pie


  • 1 recipe pâte brisée (pie crust)
  • 6 cups apples, cored, peeled and cut into thin slices
  • ½ to 2/3 cup sugar – brown or white, or a combination of both
  • 1 to 1-½ tablespoons cornstarch
  • ¼ teaspoon kosher salt
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon nutmeg
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice, if apples are lacking in tartness
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1-½ tablespoons butter
  • Milk or cream to brush top of pastry
  • Granulated sugar to sprinkle over top of pastry


Preheat oven to 450 degrees F.

Combine all ingredients in a large mixing bowl and set aside.

Roll out bottom crust of pie dough to fit pie pan. Fill pie crust with apples and dot with butter. Roll out top crust and place it on top of the pie. Trim pastry to within ½ inch of outer edge of pie pan. Fold lower piece of crust over top crust and flute edges. Lightly brush top of pie with milk or cream and sprinkle with sugar. Cut vents in pastry to allow steam to escape during baking.

Bake pie at 450 degrees for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350 degrees and continue baking until crust is deep golden brown and apples are tender and bubbly in center, about 40 minutes.

I finally got some time off of work, so I’ve been using that time to knock out a bunch of commissions and spend some time with my husband. BUT as warm ups and to take some breaks I’ve been scribbling some Asagao boys and here’s one of those pages. Turned out rather nice so I thought I’d share it.


James smiled softly at Jackson’s reply. It was nice to hear his voice like that; the softer, sweeter tones coming out. They were driving nearly two hours out of town to spend the weekend together. It would just be them in some hotel room (probably the crappiest one they could find) for three whole days. All alone with nothing but the other for entertainment. “Great. I’m so excited to have you to myself for a few days. Sorry we have to drive so far out for it though. I’d rather spend the weekend at home with you.”

Jackson grinned at the thought. He and James hadn’t really had much alone time at all for a while now, so the weekend would be nice for the both of them. “You don’t have to apologize, and I know. But we’ll have fun.”

Your A Girl?


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