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8.17.17 // 11:30am // guide to time management 

requested by @hufflepuffwannabe @feminist-fan-girl @meg-is-studying

sooo i’ll be the first to admit that i’m not the greatest at time management. however i think this is still worth writing because sometimes the best advice doesn’t come from people who have it down (or to whom things come naturally), but rather those who struggle to make something happen. hence, here are some time management tips from one procrastinator to another :)

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anonymous asked:

Okay, I just started getting into nu'est so are there any important interviews or performances that I should know about? I always feel like I'm missing something😪

Hi,

Welcome to the L.O.V.E fandom! There’s quite a bit of things and yet not a lot considering their 6 year history, so I’d just list some of the things that you might be interested in checking them out.

First of all, there’s a documentary and beginner’s guide to NU’EST made by a fan (YT:  Lay Naran) it’s 46 minutes long but worth the time to check out. Next, I would go through all of NU’EST’s Vapp because there’s a lot of finer details in there as well as performances, and they come subbed. Group Vapps shows their group dynamics a lot, and solo-vapps allow you to learn about the individual members and their preferences + stories.

Clips that I think are absolutely important while being tear-jerking, is the Parents Letter, JR’s Letter to Members, and Re:Birth Comeback Spoiler (& Part 2). The Comeback Spoiler is probably one of the lesser known clips but it’s definitely where you can see how the boys wishes to perform on stage. Baekho also briefly mentioned his worries over his throat situation there prior to the actual announcement of his decision to undergo vocal-node removal surgery later that year.

Performances-wise, 1theK has their premiere showcases: NU’EST 1st Mini ConSleep Talking, Good Bye Bye, and OVERCOME.

Here are some subbing channels to start for all sorts of videos too:  ☆Rainb0wMiLLi☆ / thenuestsubs /  NUESTAIWAN (mostly Mandarin but a couple in English) / ᄂᄋᄉᄐTIME SUBS TEAM 

For blogs, I do recommend looking back these two just to see some of the things that happened, gifs and more: @nuestfan @nuest-stuff

There’s definitely more, but those are off the top of my head. If there’s something in particular that you would like to see (ie a list of variety shows/interviews) let me know, I’d try to compile one over the weekends!

Much ♥,
Admin A

smashbike  asked:

what do you think about toshinko and eraser/mic :D

Well I literally made ship art for the first one so I’m a fan. I like erasermic too but I’m a bigger fan of erasermight because of their enemies to friends relationship.

I mean they go from all might being unable to stand in the same room as aizawa to carrying him bridle style to aizawa freaking out over all might’s safety and offering to buy him a drink

anonymous asked:

I still feel like some sort of thing might happen, even just a teeny tiny little hint so I'm going to just keep a wary eye out. I don't full trust Jack rn 👀 7 mins till the merch sale ends

Lmao yeah some people feel like that
Jack is one hell of a man 👀👀👀

I am kind of glad myself that Jack said nothing is happening. I mean it’s fun and all, but I just get very anxious and basically I fail to function well after a while. I am always up for theories, but sometimes I gotta take care rip

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A Jin Kiss a day keeps the doctor away!

for @thegeekindenial @statisticallymorelikely because reasons

thank you @mad-madam-m @paintedlandscape for quick read thru ^_^

Derek turns into a cat on a Tuesday.

There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.

He is a cat. 

Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention– of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.

The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but…

Yeah. Four legs. Tail. He’s fluffy. And small.

He should have just stayed in South America. 

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Just a handful of scans of some of my favorite pics in the coloring book. These are transparent by the way, which means you can take after me and color them digitally! Just figured that since I’m going to such trouble to do this, I might as well share them with all of you. Use them as you wish and enjoy!

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Oikawa + Iwaizumi Icons   –   ハイキュー!! 才能とセンス

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↬ For you and your s/o~
↬ Please credit if using!! 

Thanks for the first 100~!!!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Aries: Make your own choices. You will never be happy as long as you let everyone else control what you do.
Taurus:  Being a hypocrite never did suit you. Always thought you were better then that. See it from their perspective. 
Gemini: Stop looking to the darkness trying to find the light. If you keep focusing on everything you never had, you’ll lose everything you’ve managed to gain.
Cancer:  You survived. Congratulations. You’ve made it this far and there are miles to go. But for now rest and celebrate. You survived.
Leo: Hold your head high. There’s no shame in what you’ve done. You did what you had to do to keep yourself safe. Don’t ever fucking apologize.
Virgo: Maybe try finding some substance in your life besides this. Your past can’t hold all the answers and you cant keep using people like this. It’s not good.
Libra: It’s okay to dream and reminisce of the past. Just don’t let it destroy the kind of future you could have. Don’t let it come back and destroy you.
Scorpio: Take a breathe kid. You’re going no where fast so might as well sit back and learn to wait. Enjoy it while you can.
Sagittarius: Is it all just an act, or are you really doing this well? Are you really managing everything so perfectly? Did the thoughts really go away?
Capricorn:  What’s left to be scared of? You’ve already lost everything. There is nothing left to risk. Go big or go home. Stop being terrified and jump.
Aquarius:Enjoy the music while it plays. Let things run their course and work out how they may. Summers never last forever.
Pisces: Running will only get you so far. I hope you eventually learn that you can always come back home.
—  This weeks horoscope
How Sansa would fix the Worst Plan Ever

Jon: So I’m going to lead a group of random guys beyond the Wall to catch a wight.

Sansa:

Jon: I know it’s risky but I’ve got a lot of good reasons and a really solid plan-

Sansa: Tell me the plan.

Jon: Sure. Well… um… I’m going to lead a group of random guys beyond the Wall to a catch a wight.

Sansa: That’s what I thought. Oh no. Not again. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to have a plan. One you actually stick to instead of riding head-first into death, expecting things will work.

Jon: It worked against Ramsay.

Sansa: No. It really didn’t.

Jon: Riiiiiight. Well this time I can’t ride off because I won’t have a horse-

Sansa: Wait, why won’t you have a horse? How are you going to outrun the wights? Remember, those undead sprinters you told me about? Also how were you going to carry the wight back at all? Carry it yourself?

Jon: We have some big guys… 

Sansa: Great. Now what happens if, gods forbid but it’s almost certainly going to, things go wrong?

Jon: We’ll run back to the Wall… oooooh. Yeah, horses are a good idea. Well, we’d ride back to Eastwatch and send a raven for help.

Sansa: Maybe take a raven with you? Then help would already be waiting for you.

Jon: Heeeeey, that’s a great idea. We did that on the Great Ranging! Come to think of it we had horses then. Torches too. Maybe I should bring some of those.

Sansa: You weren’t going to bring fire? Jon! You’re hunting wights!

Jon: One of the outlaws I’m bringing has a fire sword. It’s really cool. 

Sansa: *groans*

Jon: Hear me out! These guys worship fire. They’re all about it. Well, except the Hound.

Sansa: Sandor Clegane?

Jon: Yup. I might ask him to stay back-

Sansa: Nope. He’s good. Who else?

Jon: Tormund, obviously. And Gendry. He’s Robert Baratheon’s bastard.

Sansa: Well, Tormund makes sense. Really, he should be the one leading this thing but you hate to do smart things. What’s this Gendry do?

Jon: He’s got a hammer.

Sansa: Is the Night King allergic to hammers?

Jon: I can’t be sure. But no.

Sansa: Is there an adult there I can speak to? 

Jon: Yeah, one sec. TORMUND!

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Morning After featuring Amelia in Wednesday’s Shirt

anonymous asked:

Can you plz do #16 :)

List of prompts

Send me a number

16 ~ Don’t fucking touch me!

“Hey everyone! Hey, we have some news…”

He’s engaged. He’s getting married. He’s getting married to someone else. She feels sick, like all the feelings she’d repressed up to this point were at boiling point and were ready to spill over. She needs to get out, she needs to go home, so she does. She leaves a fleeting kiss on his cheek and a quick congratulations to the oh so happy couple and then she’s gone.


“What was that?”

Her front door is flung open and she knows it’s him. Not only because he’s yelling but because he’s the only other one who has a key.

“Harry…”

“No! What was that? You find out I’m engaged and all I get is a ‘I’m so happy for you’ and then you run out of the restaurant? Maybe we should go back and check, I think the you shaped cloud of smoke might still be there.”

“Well why wouldn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend and you don’t even tell me when you’re planning on fucking proposing? A little heads up would’ve been nice H.”

“That’s why you left? Because I wanted to surprised you? I’m so sorry okay? I mean damn is it too much to ask that you don’t think of yourself for once and maybe just be happy for me?”

She doesn’t answer straight away. Settles for staring at him with a look he hasn’t seen from her before. She’s hurt and she’s angry. She’s so angry. How dare he think she wasn’t happy for him? How dare he think she has ever put her self first when it comes to him?

“Get out.”

“Excuse me”

“Get out Harry! I don’t want you here! You really think I’m not happy for you? You think I’m mad because you didn’t tell me? Are you that oblivious?”

She’s never been this angry before, never at him, and it scares him because he has no idea what she’s talking about. All he knows is that his best friend is mad at him, like really mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“Hey- hey! Calm down okay? I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me, what’s got you like this? Never seen you so mad before.” His voice is soft now and it’s going straight to her head and all she can think is ‘I bet her talks to his fiance like this too’. He’s reaching his hand out to rub her arm as a comfort but as soon as she feels it she’s flinching away from his touch.

Don’t fucking touch me! Okay just don’t touch me right now” She’s yelling now and his hands go up in surrender.

“Okay, okay I’m not touching you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s happened?”

“You can’t fix this Harry! You can’t, I don’t want you to. You’re so happy with her and I can’t ruin that for you.”

“What? Is this about my relationship? You’re this angry because I’m engaged? Do you not like her? If you didn’t like her you could’ve just told me-”

“This isn’t about me not liking her H. She’s perfect, she’s beautiful and kind and funny and I’ve seen how you look are her. How could I not like someone who makes you look at them like that?”

“Well then what is this about? How are you going to ruin this for me?”

“I love you, you idiot! I am so damn in love with you and it hurts. I love you and it hurts because you love her and I’m watching you love her and I just-” She’s cut off by a sob that’s been stuck in her throat since he walked into the restaurant with his fiance on his arm and it’s breaking his heart to see her fall apart because of him. “I just can’t watch you love her anymore.”

His eyes soften as her words do. Her voice now broken with a bittersweet softness to it. He’s reaching out for her again, cupping her face in his hands and brushing away mascara tinted tears off of flushed cheeks. She doesn’t push him away this time. She should, she knows she should, but his hands are warm and they feel an awful lot like home and she’s just too exhausted.

“Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You’ve been so happy with her H. You called me after your first date with her and told me that this was the girl you were going to marry. And now you are. I couldn’t take that away from you.” He’s pulling her into his chest, she’s gripping his shirt in fists and he’s sighing. What does he say to that? What can he say to that? She’s been so hopelessly in love with him and she hasn’t said anything because she cares more about his happiness than her own? How do you respond to that?

He can hear her shaky breaths and he can feel shirt getting damper and it makes his own eyes well with tears. This is his fault. He did this. He was so preoccupied with trying to get rid of his own feeling that he didn’t stop to notice that she was doing the exact same thing. And now she’s broken. He broke her.

“I think you should to go.” Her voice is almost a whisper and they hadn’t been so close he would’ve missed it, he heard though and he’s pulling away from her in disbelief.

“What?”

“I really think you should go home now. You have a fiance and she’s probably missing you and you need to-”

She’s interrupted by him pressing his mouth to hers and her head goes quiet for the first time all night. She would give anything to stay in this moment but she can’t because she’s so aware that he isn’t hers.

“Har- Harry we can’t. You’re getting married we can’t do this.” She’s pushing him away. She’s played this scenario over in her head countless times and not once did she push him away. Her unsteady fingertips are on her lips because she can still taste him like he was still there and god how she wishes he was still there and he’s watching her, silently, his heart is racing a million miles a minute and all he can focus on is how kissing his soon to be wife never made him feel as complete as kissing his best friend just did.

“I can’t marry her…” Her head shot up, surely she hadn’t heard him right.

“What? Harry no, you love her! I’m sorry, I never should have said anything, I’m so sorry.”

“No… No I don’t, I can’t. I can’t marry her. Hell, I can’t even kiss her again after that. Don’t be sorry, please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. I can’t-” He sighs, runs his hand over his face and lets his eyes settle on her shocked frame that’s clinging to his every word.

“I can’t marry her when I’m in love with you.”

Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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anonymous asked:

How would Feyre and Rhys react to them switching bodies for one day and what would they do?

I have been thinking about this ask since you sent it, and I keep laughing.

Obvs, the first thing I thought of is that they will have sex. Because A) this is Rhys and Feyre, and B) that’s pretty much the first thing that comes to mind if I were to be in a dude’s body. But it would be HILARIOUS, and would go something like this:

Rhys, after having sex: That’s what that feels like? No wonder you make those noises.
Feyre, after having sex: I’m really not sure how you walk around with physical evidence of your attraction to me just there for everyone to see. I’m pretty hot, so I commend your self-control.
Rhys: Well I don’t understand how you walk around with these boobs, how do you fight? How do you practice archery? How do you keep from playing with them all the time?

And then we might have something like this:

Feyre: *in Rhys’ body, putting her hands in her pockets*
Rhys: why do you keep doing that?
Feyre: I’m trying to figure out if it helps you think or what exactly is going on when you do this. I don’t get it.

Or something like this:

Rhys: Wow, you’re really uncoordinated.
Feyre: Well I haven’t had centuries of practice brooding in this body, so forgive my inadequacies at portraying the whole Lord of the Night, King of Darkness look.

I’d like to think they would have some fun with Cassian as well. Like… Rhys would maybe start hitting on him, and he knows that Cassian would never, ever take the bait and reciprocate, but it would be hilarious? Picture this:

Rhys, in Feyre’s body: Cassian, have you ever… you know… considered us?
Cassian: *puzzled* Like as bros?
Rhys: *sultry voice* No, silly, I mean… as something more. Something so much better. *places her hand on Cassian’s chest* I’ve just been having some feelings, lately…
Cassian: *gulps and backs away* Feyre, you’re my High Lady. You know I would do anything for you. And I find you very, very attractive, but you are not a single lady, and I am not a single dude.
Rhys: *pouting* Aw, Cassy, are you sure? I’m just so hot for you right now.
Cassian: *claps Rhys/Feyre on the back and laughs nervously* You sure are funny, Feyre. I’m so glad I have such a funny friend who understands that she is my bro. *backs away slowly*

I really feel like I could keep going all day. Maybe I’ll add on to this later. Thanks, nonnie.

More KatsuDeku Thoughts/Ramblings

The other day I was seeing a lot of people complaining about hate in both the ‘Katsudeku’ and ‘Bakudeku’ tags, but to be honest, I didn’t see it. I suppose I must have the right people blocked.

But, it did get me thinking about things that people love to bring up when discussing the “p r o b l e m a t i c” elements of this ship. Two big ones in particular come to mind.

One has already been discussed to death, and I hope to jeezus I never have to talk about it myself. Yes, Bakugo told Deku to jump off a building. It’s horrible and despicable and I would never defend such awful behavior. It was simple shorthand for Horikoshi to establish Bakugo as an unremorseful jerk. Congrats, dude. It worked.

The second thing, however, is something I could talk about at length.

So I will.

Let’s talk about THIS.

Warning: this is a goddamn long post. Pour yourself a drink.

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just your heart beating close to mine

for nurseydex week, day 2 - bed sharing

Nursey’s a clingy drunk.

Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.

And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.

Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).

Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.

(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)

But–

“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”

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also hey y’all. haven’t really talked on here in a while. i think its funny that i have 197k followers but like, all from 2013-2015 so i have no clue who is even around anymore haha. my name is Anthony Amorim, but y’all call me jerkidiot.

i guess to update anyone who is still here listening or might scroll past this. i’m doing well! i was just on tour for my album 2004 which dropped about a year ago. i just hit a million total streams on Spotify which is neat. i do music full time now and i go to Belmont University in Nashville to study music business/songwriting. i’ve got real life fans now who support me and come out to my shows and buy merch and shit and it’s all really surreal but i’m so fucking happy. i did vine for a while but that died and now i’m doing youtube and instagram and all that stuff. things are good. 

i don’t know why i felt like writing this out but i’m glad i did. it feels like writing to an old friend. tumblr used to be my whole life and i seriously thought that what happened on here impacted the rest of the world. now i’m almost 20 and i  kinda realized that this is just a little corner of the internet. still special though. 

thanks for the support while i was a stupid little memer with a traffic light. 

i love u.