let me go cake

holdin’ hands 

(the quality is mes……..s….ed up u can click on the pic 4 better…quality)


honestly if the accommodations are peecakes, take me before they get here, too.


Holy crap duuuude there’s like 30k+ of you following my blog and I’m too lazy/busy drowning in college work to make a super sick ass post about it rn (BUT I do plan on it). In the meantime, what do you guys think I should do to celebrate????

Playlists For The Signs

Aries: ((St. Jimmy-// Green Day)) ((War Pigs-// Black Sabbath)) ((Smoke on the Water-// Deep Purple)) (Bungle in the Jungle- Jethro Tull)) (( Don’t Stop Me Now-// Queen))

Taurus:  ((Northern Downpour-// Panic at the Disco))  (( The Luckiest-// Ben Folds)) (( So LIttle Time-// Akarna)) ((Angels-/// Robbie Williams)) (( Someone Saved my Life Tonight-// Elton John))

Gemini: (( Going to California-// Led Zeppelin)) ((Sunshine of Your Love-// Cream)) ((Don’t Dream it’s Over-// Crowded House)) ((Everyday- Buddy Holly)) ((Build Me Up Buttercup-// The Foundations))

Cancer: ((House of Gold-// Twenty One Pilots)) ((Yes, the River Knows-// The Doors)) (( Sigh No More-// Mumford and Sons)) (( American Pie-// Don Mclean)) ((Landslide- Fleetwood Mac))

Leo: (( Semi- Charmed LIfe-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Laid-// Better Than Ezra)) ((I Want To Take You Higher-// Sly and the Family Stone)) (( Sunshine Superman-// Donovan)) ((Caress Me Down-// Sublime)) ((Squeeze Box- The Who))

Virgo: ((Far Behind-// Candlebox)) ((Motercycle Drive By-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Clint Eastwood- Gorillaz)) ((Baba O’Rielly-// The Who)) (( The Zephyr Song-// Red Hot Chlli Peppers))

Libra: ((Waterloo Sunset-// The Kinks)) (( Love Song-// The Cure))  ((Romeo & Juliet-// Dire Straits)) (( Linger-// The Cranberries)) (( White Rabbit -// Jefferson Airplane))

Scorpio: ((Candlite-// Frightened Rabbit)) ((Pepper-// Butthole Surfers)) ((Reel Around the Fountain-// The Smiths)) ((Lake of Fire-// Nirvana)) ((Flagpole Sitta-// Harvey Danger))

Sagittarius: ((Ruby Tuesday-// Rolling Stones)) ((The Wind-//Cat Stevens)) ((Born to Run-// Bruce Springsteen)) ((Lay me Down -// Dirty Heads))  (( Free Bird-// Lynyrd Skynyrd))

Capricorn: (( Tangerine-// Led Zeppelin)) ((She’s not There-// The Zombies)) (( KIll the Poor-// Dead Kennedys))  ((Let Me Go- Cake)) ((The General- Dispatch))

Aquarius: ((She’s A Rainbow-// Rolling Stones)) ((Comfort Eagle-// Cake)) (( Doctor My Eyes-// Jackson Browne))  ((Sweet Sixteen-// Think About Life)) ((Pork And Beans-// Weezer))

Pisces: (( How Soon is Now-// The Smiths)) ((Indian Summer-//The Doors)) ((Bus Stop- The Hollies)) ((Thick as a Brick-// Jethro Tul)) ((Into The Ocean-//Blue October)) ((Disconnected-// 5sos))


I was tagged by @langsty-mc-langstface. Thanks for that I never get tagged for anything.so, umnm yeah here we go… 1. Fav ship: Shance And down the Shanti hole we go…. I was sexually assaulted by my 18 year old cousin when I was 9… That being said, I know pedophilia, shipping Shiro with Lance is not pedophilic, it’s cathartic for me, because it is a consensual relationship where the age Gap is not viewed as wrong in context. Ok I’m done defending myself, shoot me in the comments and reblogs 2. Fav show: Voltron legendary defender / RWBY/ Avatar/ Legend of Korra I like shows where disability, including mental illness are dealt with more subtly than just hey yeah I’m feeling kinda depressed cuz I can’t -blank- I’m going to sit here and feel sorry for myself, I especially like it when people admit that they have problems and get help! That shows a whole new level of strength. I looked up to Sokka because he was a lot like me, and I am autistic so it made me happy that no one assumed there was something wrong with him because he was kinda awkward and off the wall, he was also really emotional and I got that, boys can have feelings too. 3. Pizza or Burgers: neither I have IBS and can’t eat either of those, which sucks cuz I used to love pizza and anything​else with cheese, I had a Russian ballet teacher as a kid who called me mouse, ha ha. 4. Rain or Snow: snow I’m about to sound really depressing but I love hanging out in the snow for hours and just get buried in snow, it’s just so gentle… 5. Dream job: Death Now hear me out, Death takes you where you are meant to go after your fate has run it’s course… Isn’t that nice, you could be left roaming the astral plane forever, or worse, you live forever, could you imagine…. 6. Favorite school subject: history I want to learn from the past to better the future, which is why I’m so concerned about the chechnya situation right now. My questions 1. Favorite song? 2. Star sign? 3. Favorite oral story? (please share!) 4. Proudest moment? 5. Sneks. Yessssss or no? 6. Who inspires you as a person? I tag @joshkeaton @crochetfairyfangirl @willowstarr @who-doesnt-like-pandas @readabookkids @chimcharstar Have fun roasting me later!

Originally posted by kurapilka

take this burden - part 30

[ let me go - cake ]

(seriously. please listen to the song even if you normally don’t)


The main things The Wolf prided itself on was the music and the drinks.

Considering those are the main components of nightlife, it has to stand out. 

A few times a month they had themed nights.

From 60s/70s/80s/90s to jazz, electronica, heavy metal, country, rock, alternative, rap, pop, you name it.

For the most part, Mark and Julio had free reign.

Mark had the unique talent of reading the room and could get anyone from a bachelorette party to a group of office workers winding down from a long day on the dance floor or, at the very least, nodding their head to the music.

Two years ago, with He Tian’s enthusiastic support and generous backing, started his own company.

He’d offered to stay on at the club part-time, but He Tian turned him down, choosing to pay out the ass to bring him in at his going rate a few times a week.

Mark had taken it upon himself to train Julio in whatever dark arts he must practice, so they were never without a remarkably talented dj.

A ridiculous inside joke had given each staff member and several regulars personal theme songs they’d play when they entered the building, providing it wasn’t too busy.

Jane had been given full control of the bar in the same way. She’d taken the idea and made them each a personalized drink and endless supply of unique drinks based on movies and tv shows.

His first hires had been Mark, Jane, and Annie.(who had gone on to open one of the most popular underground dance clubs in the city, again with the support and assistance of He Tian.)

They’d managed to build something unique and beautiful and he’d compensated them all very well from the beginning.

Which wasn’t necessarily a good business move.

Without Julio’s green thumb they would have shut down in a month.

He didn’t like to talk their success because he hated people that went around flaunting that shit, but he’d poured his heart and soul into those two thousand square feet.

After three years, even a slow night brought in plenty for all of them to pay rent every month.

Given the chance, he loved to talk about it. 

They all did.

The only story he didn’t happily tell was Jane’s.


He’d met her at a strip club during a friend’s bachelor party.

She was, by far, one of the most beautiful people He Tian had ever seen.

What really got him was her attitude towards it all.

He’d been to many, many, strip clubs in his life- it comes with the territory- and figured, at 26, he’d seen it all.

In the end, what got him wasn’t her beauty.

She was one of four girls on stage.

Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair stuck to her shoulders and chest.

There was nothing bored or forced about her performance.

She moved to the music, nothing half-assed or repetitive about it, more than once using the pole in front of her as an air guitar or microphone.

She wore a pair of lacy, bright pink, panties. 

She danced barefoot, a huge smile on her face.

To his astonishment, she had no audience.  

He moved away from his friends and gestured for her to come over when the song ended.

She’d walked to him shyly, looking at the ground and led him to one of the rooms in the back.

He sat back in the seat as she straddled his lap.

‘Be still, please.’

She’d frozen.

‘Excuse me?’

‘I don’t want a lap dance.’ He’d explained.

‘Sir, I think you might be confused-’

‘I’m not. Hear me out.’

She placed her hands on his shoulders, sitting back on thighs.

‘I’m listening.’

‘I’m opening a club…’

He paused at the disgusted look on her face.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’m not a fucking prostitute!’


‘No, no, no that is NOT what I’m trying to say.’

She leaned back further, crossing her arms across her chest.

He reached for his jacket where he’d sat it down next to him, holding it up and slowly wrapping it around her shoulders.

Skeptically, she pushed her arms through the sleeves.

‘What’s your name?’ He asked softly.


‘You can get off, Jane. I don’t want a lap dance.’

Slowly, she slid off his him, looking down at his lap, both surprised and relieved at his lack of erection.

She plopped down on the booth next to him.

‘What kind of club?’ she asked.

‘Just your average club, I suppose. Drinks, music, the usual.’

‘Right… so why me? There are four gorgeous girls out there that-’

He Tian shook his head.

‘I want you.’

‘But why?’ She pressed.

He smiled.

‘Are you happy here, Jane?’

‘Yes.’ She answered immediately.

He Tian raised his eyebrows.

‘Maybe not.’ She conceded.

Popular opinion seems to be that dancers all hate their lives and do it out of desperation, but He Tian had met many men and women talented, proud, and happy with their chosen profession. 

Hell, he’d met more happy dancers than most other professions. 

But, like literally everything, it wasn’t for everyone. 

‘I need someone to help me.’ He told her.

‘I don’t know anything about clubs, dude.’

‘I can teach you.’

‘Tell me why.’ she demanded.

He Tian searched for the right words to say as she wrapped herself in his favorite sweatshirt.

‘Honestly, I’m not entirely sure.’

She stared at him dubiously.

He had nothing else to say.

‘What would I be doing at this club?’

‘I need a bartender.’

‘I’ve never done that before.’

‘I can teach you.’

‘Just tell me why!’ She was getting frustrated.

‘You just used the pole as an air guitar.’

‘Is that part of the interviewing process?’

‘It is now.’

She suppressed a smile.

‘How much do you make right now?’ he asked.

‘Seven bucks an hour. Plus tips.’

‘I’ll pay you twelve plus any tips you make. That’s all I can afford right now.’

She tried to hide her shock.

‘Is that what you pay all your employees?’

‘I don’t have any employees yet.’

‘How do I know I can trust you?’

‘You don’t.’

Jane played with the zipper on the sweatshirt.

‘I’ll think about it.’

He Tian stood, pulling his wallet from his pocket, writing his phone number on the back of a receipt and handing her all the cash in his wallet.

She accepted the cash and paper, standing to remove the jacket.

‘Keep it. It looks  much better on you.’

He Tian smiled, leaving her alone in the small room.


Three days later, she slept on He Tian’s couch.


One week later she used a paint roller as a microphone as he painted the walls black.


Two weeks later she helped pick out the bar stools and tables.


Three weeks later she stocked the newly installed bar as He Tian used an unopened bottle of vodka to serenade her.


One month later she sat his friends at the bar and made them sample drinks.


Thirty-two days later they stood hand in hand as a line formed for their grand opening.


Thirty-eight days later, she stood behind the bar, serving drinks as He Tian watched with a smile.


Forty-six days later, He Tian gently turned down her advances and she deeply upset him by accusing him of being racist.

Seventy-three days later He Tian watched a charming young man ask her on a date.

Ninety-seven days later she came to work with a black eye.

Ninety-eight days later she cleaned aforementioned young man’s blood off his knuckles and provided him with an alibi.

One hundred and forty days later she was thrown a surprise birthday party complete with bright blue, fruity cocktails He Tian had designed just for her.

‘Janie’ is still a drink you can order at The Wolf.

Three hundred and sixty-five days later, they celebrated their first year with the unveiling of a covered, heated, patio.

Four hundred and eighty-seven later, He Tian handed her the keys to her first car after giving a speech about he couldn’t have dreamed of getting this far without her.

Eight hundred and sixty-three days later she caught the first glimpse of genuine sadness she’d seen on his face as his two best friends enjoyed the enormous party celebrating their tenth anniversary.

One thousand, two hundred, and twenty-eight days later, he disappeared with nothing but a text.

‘J, hold down the fort, I’ll be back soon.’

One thousand, two hundred, and thirty-five days later, she stood in front of the person who had finally gotten under his skin and smiled.

Future- Connor Murphy

Originally posted by fuckyeaharizonacoyotes

Ok guys here we are with another imagine for today! I’m on track to get all 4 of them done on time despite obstacles this morning. Tomorrow will be back on my normal time table due to work! So enjoy guys!

Warning: lack of self confidence

Anon Request: I love your imagines and your love for the coyotes so much !! I was wondering if I could get a Connor Murphy imagine where the reader is younger (19 and he is 24) and he brings up their future? It can be angsty or fluffy I trust you completely 💖💖


              You watched as Connor’s friend kissed his bride.

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A's Graduation III
  • So we went outside and she gave me a little box but she told me to open it later, I told her she should open her present later too. We talked a lot so this is a resume and what I remember and think it's relevant.
  • A: Alright, you are just trying to play mysterious but I already know it's a book
  • Me: *laughs*
  • A: But yeah, I wanted to talk to you before I gave you that because I need to clarify some things and not make it weird which is very hard
  • Me: Don't worry Alien, it would be very hard to make it weirder
  • A: Yeah, I just wanted to let you know you are really important to me. Not just a important teacher
  • Me: You are important to me too, I see you more as a friend than a former student
  • A: I just *long pause* we should keep in touch
  • Me: *laughs* of course alien, you are not getting rid of me that easily
  • A: *smiles* yeah, I don't want to be creepy but I kinda wonder if you weren't my teacher we could have gotten along even better
  • Me: *laughs* perhaps but we do get along pretty great
  • A: I guess, but *shrugs*
  • Me: Alien, don't worry about what could have been. We are friends and we still have a ton of time to keep getting to know eachother you know?
  • A: *smiles* thanks, for everything. Now I am just thinking of saying stupid shit and I shouldn't
  • Me: We should get back inside
  • A: I mean we had some tequila before getting here and I am feeling it now
  • Me: Oh, yeah you probably shouldn't have. How bad do you think you are?
  • A: Just dizzy, I am fully aware of what I am saying but I also feel a lot braver than I should
  • Me: Let's get you some water
  • A: But I also might not get another chance
  • Me: Is everyone else okay?
  • A: Yeah, it's just me. I got too excited and D kept telling me I should tell you and I kept drinking
  • Me: Yeah, I bet. We should get you inside, who is coming for you?
  • A: my sister, she knows I was going to drink
  • Me: Good, let's go
  • A: Thank you
  • Me: You are welcome, I really care for you and you are also very important for me
  • A: I mean thank you for pretending you don't know what I mean
  • Me: *smiles* Anytime, let's go eat some cake
  • A: *smiles* I am dying to eat some cake
  • And then we went inside and had a great time and then she left
You’re my americano

i’ve been listening to coffee on repeat, so can I request a Namjoon scenario where you both have a little coffee date in your house and he starts comparing your relationship to coffee(like in the song)? thank you!

And here it is!

Hope you like it!


Originally posted by jungs-hoe-seok

The aroma of coffee spread in your little apartment and you felt immediately better.
It has been a very long and tiring day but a hot coffee ever failed cheering you up

Joonie: Hei babe I miss you and I am free, are you home?
Y/N: Sure! I just made coffee, wanna join?
Joonie: I’ll be there in 10 minutes!

You smiled all by yourself and just wandered in the kitchen with your light Grey shorts and a big white t-shirt that Joon left there months before.
You heard the door opening, so you turned around to see your amazing boyfriend with a big black hoody on and a pair of ripped light jeans holding a bag of…food probably.
You saw him smiling while taking off his shoes sniffing in the air like a dog who just smelled food.
-Mmmm coffee
You walked toward him and hugged him tightly and watching is beautiful dimples
-I like your dimples
Joon kissed the tip of your nose lightly and giggled
-You’re really in a a good mood today
-Actually, I wasn’t a few moments ago but I made coffee and you’re here so…i am fine now
You smiled wrinkling your nose, still not letting him go
-Babe  let me go hahaha
-What about this chocolate cake then?
Your jaw dropped and you let him go immediately causing him to laugh very hard.
After placing some tissues on the table, juice, plates, forks and of curse coffee on the table you sit next to each other and started to enjoy this rare moment.
-We should do this more often
-Definitely babe
He caressed your hair cutely and looked at you drinking and enjoying your beverage.
-You drinking coffee it’s nice
-Coffee is bitter but still really good
-Are you being philosophical again?
-Ahahah come on am I wrong?
-No… it’s bitter but after the first sip, you just learn to enjoy it
-Like you
-Excuse me?
You glared at him and he kept petting your head, looking at you with loving eyes
-When I talked to you at first.. you just dissed me, remember? But after talking to you a bit I just started to love… all of you
You put your cup on the table and sat on his lap, kissing him softly
-Why are you so good with words?
-Babe, I am an artist
You rolled your eyes joking and cupped his face with your hands
-I love you
-Mee too babe, even if you’re bitter like coffee, americano specifically
-Just the truth
-Then if I am americano then what are you?
-mmm, I don’t know..
-You’re more like a big cup of latte, the one with cinnamon that they do in autumn
-ahaha why?
-Cause you’re sweet but a bit spicy
-Ohhh thanks
-I am so gentle… and I am just americano

Yesterday’s Song (Amnesia Pt 2) (Pietro x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I got hit with more creativity today and I got a lot of positive feedback from my latest one shot, so I’ve decided to so a second part, and I think it has potential for a final installment, so feedback would be gladly accepted. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You decide that it’s been long enough since your break up with Pietro and take matters into your own hands when fate throws in a curve ball. This is based off the Hunter Hayes song Yesterday’s Song (lyric inserts in bold), and you can listen to it here.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Angst (more toned down), self-confidence/letting go

Word Count: 709

Originally posted by nobroken

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A random bit of Exalted fluff I thought up over the holidays, and decided to write out this evening. If anyone uses this in their game canon, please let me know what shenanigans go down :P

Five Maiden Cake

A Calibration tradition originating in the Northwest of Creation, with regional variations found across various islands, five maiden cake (sometimes called star cake or five maiden pudding) is a rich dessert baked to feed a whole crowd during an end-of-year feast. The confection gets its various names from the set of six silver charms that are baked into it, to be found by those who dare to take a slice. Tradition dictates specific rules that must be followed by the finder of each charm and the other guests, and those who refuse to play along bring bad luck upon themselves in the new year. Anyone who slips up by accident may redeem themselves by performing some penalty, usually doing something silly or entertaining for the table.

In the spirit of Calibration, and to prolong the fun, five maiden cake is traditionally served as a first course.

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One of the two images for my part in the collab! Damn this was really, really long to do. Ocs were borrowed (left to right) from; cosmos-craftecto-arts, mew-cake, moonlightchronicle and doodlebless! In the end I didn’t include as many ocs as I thought I would.

The Great Middle Earth Bake Off

That glorious time of year is coming around again, yes, it is almost time for the Great British Bake Off (5th of August, get excited)

And because I am trash (tolkien, barduil and bake off trash) I have decided to write a Bake Off Au (oh yes, I am going there)

So get set for a fic filled with innudeno, yummy sweets, custard controversy and competitive bakers…

But wait! There is more!

This will be no ordinary fic, oh no, this is a Bake Off fic, how on earth could it be ordinary!?

I will be writing a chapter alongside each Bake Off episode, and (with the expecition of Bard and Thranduil for shipping and story and trash reasons) you will be allowed to vote off baking contestants, in the comments and tags and my askbox!

However, there is more; even though I am keeping Bard and Thranduil around for the long run as this is essentially a barduil fic, I will only force you to keep them until the semi’s, so you will still be able to chose the winner of The Great Middle Earth Bake Off! 

Meet your hosts:

Baking Verterans and Judges: Samwise Gamgee and Galadriel

Presenters and General Mischief-Makers: Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took

Meet your contestants:



Bilbo (with the customary side order of Bagginshield)










So, grab your lembas! Pour your dorwinion wine! Chug your Miruvor! And start your honey cakes!

Are you ready? Get set, BAKE!

How You Met Gray (Pt. IV)

Summary: This is a story of how you met Lee Sunghwa and everything else that happened after.

Part I | Part II | Part III

Part IV – The Pull

“Do I really have to go?” You ask Sunghwa, squeezing your phone between your shoulder and right cheek, as you fix the scattered papers on your desk into a pile.

“Yes. I asked Kiseok if I can invite you and he was excited to see you,” Sunghwa says.

You glance at the clock—5:56 p.m. “I’m still at work.”

“Do you want me to come get you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just saying that I’ll be late. Plus, I didn’t buy him anything. I can’t show up without one.”

“Silly,” he chuckles, “He’s got everything he needs. It’s your attendance that counts.”

After neatly stacking the papers in a folder, you throw yourself on your chair and transfer your phone to your left ear. “Okay, but I’m bringing something… anything.”

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