my family is pretty cool sometimes

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@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

gone girl starters

below are random starters taken from/inspired by the novel Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

  • ❝Should I remove my soul before I come inside?❞
  • ❝Please don’t eat anything in that area.❞
  • ❝He is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid a lot, a guy who likes women, a guy who would actually fuck me properly.❞
  • ❝I would like to be fucked properly.❞
  • ❝I sound quite slutty, don’t I?❞
  • ❝You look all twitchy.❞
  • ❝There’s no romantic present for wood.❞
  • ❝Go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis and scream, ‘There’s some wood for you, bitch.‘❞
  • ❝Seems lonely.❞
  • ❝The cat was sweet, but extremely stupid.❞
  • ❝Well you certainly take your time about it, don’t you?❞
  • ❝So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry?❞
  • ❝'He’s doing what you tell him to do because he doesn’t care enough to argue,’ I think. 'Your petty demands simply make him feel superior, or resentful, and someday he will fuck his pretty, young coworker who asks nothing of him, and you will actually be shocked.'❞
  • ❝Let me guess: baby of the family.❞
  • ❝I am fat with love!❞
  • ❝Neither of us gets stage fright.❞
  • ❝This is how I always pictured it. This is exactly how I pictured it.❞
  • ❝I sometimes bring my coffee and the paper and just sit.❞
  • ❝You’re a planner, aren’t you? You don’t seem like the type to wing anything.❞
  • ❝We call them the 'dancing monkeys’.❞
  • ❝I am content with letting him be himself.❞
  • ❝I wanted to play it cool, but then I started crying.❞
  • ❝Please don’t lay a guilt trip on me on top of it.❞
  • ❝Not according to the prenup.❞
  • ❝I can’t even figure out if I should be angry.❞
  • ❝My dad isn’t someone I like to talk about that much.❞
  • ❝I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse.❞
  • ❝I don’t feel like a person at all : I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock.❞
  • ❝I don’t feel real anymore.❞
  • ❝I still say it’s the river.❞
  • ❝Picture me: I’m crazy about you.❞
  • ❝Wow your parents must really hate me.❞
  • I ❝Hope you like canned soup.❞
  • ❝If there was ever a time for assisted sleep…❞
  • ❝Just got to keep on keeping on.❞
  • ❝I’m making the best of a really bad situation.❞
  • ❝He/She seemed to have lost all interest in both me and said ailing parents.❞
  • ❝Baby, why the fuck haven’t you called me?❞
  • ❝I need to feel your hands on me, that’s all I’ve been thinking about.❞
  • ❝Come up with me. I want to be with you.❞
  • ❝You fucking idiot.❞
  • ❝Sometimes, I look at myself and I think : No wonder why people around you find you ridiculous, frivolous, and spoiled.❞
  • ❝No it’s not that, truly. I’ve never given blood. My doctor gets angry at me because I can’t even handle a yearly blood test for, like, cholesterol.❞
  • ❝How old are they?❞
  • ❝You’re a cheater!❞
  • ❝It would be funnier if our sex life were as carefree as the rhyme would suggest. But last week we did… fuck? Something more romantic than have sex but less cheesy than make love.❞
  • ❝I can’t help but wonder, what’s the catch?❞
  • ❝You were in a screaming argument about a cat box.❞
  • ❝He uses me for sex when he needs to.❞
  • ❝Quiz: Your husband, with whom you shared a wonderful sex life, has turned distant and cold – he only wants sex his way, on his time. What do you do?❞
  • ❝I’ve been indulging in toddler therapy.❞
  • ❝Well, now might be the right time. To start a family. Try to get pregnant.❞
  • ❝I m cracking under the pressure. I will snap.❞
  • ❝I didn’t realize until I was almost there that it was Valentine’s Day. It was Valentine’s day and I was going to buy a gun and then cook my spouse dinner.❞
  • ❝I just would feel safer with a gun.❞
  • ❝I don’t know what would be good luck : plus sign or minus sign.❞
  • ❝This man might kill me.❞
  • ❝Picture me : I’m a girl who is very bad. I need to be punished, and by punished, I mean HAD.❞
  • ❝I’ve told you, I’ve told you so many times!❞
  • ❝To start: I should never have been born.❞
  • ❝Is she still alive?❞
  • ❝I was the girl/boy who battled oblivion and won.❞
  • ❝I ruined my mother’s womb in the process.❞
  • ❝I’ve always been better than the rest of them. I was the one who made it.❞
  • ❝They get to be perfect without even trying, without even facing one moment of existence, while I am here on earth, and everyday I must try, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.❞
  • ❝That’s because you loved a person who didn’t really exist.❞
  • ❝Being the Cool Girl means you are a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes, and anal sex.❞
  • ❝Men actually think that girl exists.❞
  • ❝The Cool Girls are even more pathetic. They’re not pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be.❞
  • ❝It’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants.❞
  • ❝They never taught me how to be happy.❞
  • ❝I would always try to figure out why this is fun.❞
  • ❝If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.❞
  • ❝What a cunt.❞
Vegan & Gluten-Free Kids.

My kids and I currently follow a vegan diet 100% of the time and a gluten-free diet 99% of the time.

*My kids are not technically vegan because I don’t have any control over what they eat at their dads but when they are with me they eat my way.

People ask me all the time how I get them to eat vegan food.

The answer to that is that I make familiar food just veganized.

They don't miss anything when they are with me because they get everything just without animal products and gluten.  

My kids are pretty young, and Serena is in that 3-year-old picky phase, but for most meals, they eat their food like it’s nothing different. 


So I was thinking I would start posting recipes for the foods that I cook for us.

I thought it would be cool and would help anyone who was thinking about switching their family to a more plant-based diet..

I have so many meals I want to share and I’m going to be doing a mix of text posts and videos. 

So if your interested like this post so I know. 

I’m planning on posting my first recipe sometime next weekend. (assuming everything goes as planned. lol) 

A Magical Christmas; Peter Parker x reader

Okay this was my first Peter Parker oneshot that I had thought back several months ago and yeah it’s another Christmas theme. Now this is Tom Holland’s spiderman and I’m sorry if you’d wanted this to be Garfield’s or Maguire’s spiderman. Anyways this is now a romantic oneshot so now child comforts for now except mentioned because well………….spoilers! I’ll just let you read on okay :) Again I do not OWN the Marvel characters, they belong to their respected owners and any other references belong to their respected owners/companies. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by v-writings

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“But I thought you said you’d be able to take a day off” I said through the phone.

‘I know but you know my new job’. I chuckled softly then continued solemnly.

“I just can’t believe I’ll be spending Christmas without you”.

‘I know sweetie, I hate it to, if I could I would reverse time and make Wong give me the day off’.

“I know you would, but he’d probably bust you even more and force you to work for all holidays”.

‘Probably. I’ve got to go now sweetheart. I love you, you know that right sweetheart?’

“I do god-papa. Bye”

Bye’. I hung up the phone and leaned up against my locker sighing sadly.  I can’t believe that my Godfather has to work on Christmas keeping the world safe. Christmas should be a time celebrating with family and friends, considering that God-papa Stephen is all I have of a family.

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I used to be a runner...

I feel like I’ve lost a lot of my running roots over the past few years. A move from a city I loved (Conway) to a city I tolerated (Hot Springs) was the first know. I had a great group I ran with most mornings, and they really pushed me to be better. A job change in January 2012 coupled with some life difficulties firmly knocked me off the wagon.

In Hot Springs, we took to the trails and found solace. Rachel in particular found her home in the woods. I’ve always liked it, but missed the pure running. In Hot Springs, there wasn’t a morning group to run with, we couldn’t run near our house, and the city didn’t have great running roots. I tried to make lemonade out of it… I did. But I struggled with my running and it wasn’t the same. Mother’s Day 2012, I ran a great half marathon in 1:30, but that was the beginning of the drop off. Since then, I’ve slowed more and more. Some pain in my right knee hasn’t helped either.

It wasn’t all bad. We started the LOViT 100 in 2013, and have really enjoyed highlighting the trails we loved. I ran the Thunder Rock 100 in May 2015, and had my most positive 100 mile experience to date. Rachel broke 24 hours for 100 in there sometime too. Also, we started backpacking with the kids, throwing in some adventures in some really cool places in the Ouachita Mountains.

A job change and a move to Charleston in August 2015 was a big change for the family. While it is an overall improvement, it hasn’t been the easiest transition. However, I think we’re happier here than we were in Hot Springs. We love our house and neighborhood, our church, and our friends. In my work, I took a new job based here, and then have gone through two promotions. I get to lead a pretty big team now, and really enjoy the work we do. The kids are growing and changing, and it’s a new adventure every day. Rachel has come out of her shell here, and really likes it.

Running-wise, I haven’t quite caught up. Charleston has some great running routes. It’s pretty nice to run in my neighborhood too. But, I haven’t taken full advantage of it. My normal 50+ mile weeks are now 10 to 20 mile weeks. I’m a lot slower too.

I’m ready to change this. While Rachel is gone, I should use this opportunity to get into better shape. I need to push myself more. I’m still capable of running fast… I just need to find it again.

I will. Let’s go!

Nebula: The Courtney chronical

A/N: The Year: 2004. The Place: Brisbane, Australia. Baby Courtney is 11 years old. And she has her first crush. And it is not going well…

(Special thanks to @samrull for providing the inspiration for Courtney’s obsessive desires.)

Written by @veronicasanders ❤️

***

Loving someone from afar was hard work. Ever since Isabelle’s family had moved in the summer before, Courtney had been praying, wishing, hoping against all hope that the older girl would notice her. Would talk to her. Would look in her direction for more than a passing, dismissive glance.

Courtney loved everything about her. From the red streaks in her platinum blonde hair, to her wide hazel eyes, to her sarcastic laugh, to the dimples that appeared in her cheeks when she flashed her crooked smile. She loved how Isabelle didn’t give a fuck what the “popular” kids did, but instead had her own style, her own interests, her own laissez-faire attitude. She kept a leather-bound journal and used to scribble in it angrily, glaring at people when they pissed her off. She told one particularly dickheaded boy in their neighborhood that she was a witch, after she saw him push his sister down a hill. Helping the girl up, she stared at him with daggers in her eyes, swearing to curse him for all eternity unless he apologized.

She was everything.

Of course, a girl like that - the epitome of cool, the queen of counter-culture - that girl had no use for Courtney. Who never spoke up, who never made trouble. Never stood out in any way. Courtney was everything Isabelle was not. Ordinary. Vanilla. Boring.

And then, one day, at the start of Summer holiday, a miracle happened. A bone-fide Christmas miracle. Courtney’s parents decided to take her brother to Sydney to look at colleges (as if Ben was going to college. Courtney’s parents meant well, but they were a little slow on the uptake sometimes), and voila! Suddenly she was staying with Isabelle’s family. Sleeping on a twin bed in her room. For five. Whole. Days.

***

“I hate ALL my clothes!” Isabelle moaned, tossing yet another outfit dramatically to the ground. “I have literally NOTHING to WEAR! This fuckin’ SUCKS!”

Courtney bit her lip. She wanted to offer a solution, but wasn’t 100% sure how a drag closet would be received. “Um…we could go to my house. Ben has some pretty cool shit.”

“Boy clothes?” Isabelle looked skeptical.

“Well…not exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s sort of hard to explain.”

Isabelle narrowed her eyes and sighed, exasperated. “Alright, Miss Mysterious. Let’s go.”

Butterflies filled Courtney’s stomach as they walked outside, through the garden, across the narrow creek, up the hill to Courtney’s house. Courtney led her up the steps to Ben’s room, where giant, dramatic black letters warned them to “KEEP OUT OR SUFFER THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!” She pushed open the door, feeling more nervous about Isabelle in her house then invading her brother’s sacred personal space.

She slid open the mirrored closet door, revealing the two-third’s of the closet where Ben kept all of his drag stuff. Sequins and feathers and lace…fringe and sparkles and pleather and fishnets. Rows of heels on the floor below the clothes, and stacks of wigs and boxes of jewelry on the shelves above, along with his extensive makeup collection.

Isabelle’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “This is your BROTHER’S stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“So…your brother is gay?”

“Um…yeah.”

Isabelle considered this for a moment, and then nodded approvingly. “That’s cool as.”

Courtney felt a sense of relief wash over her, pride replacing her edgy nerves. “He does my makeup and stuff all the time.”

“Really?! You’re sooo lucky. All my brother cares about is surfing and his dumb motorbike.”

Courtney gestured grandly to the closet. “Well…you can try some of his stuff on if you want.”

Soon enough, they’d both concocted entirely new ensembles. Isabelle in a shiny copper halter top and houndstooth shorts, and Courtney in the more ridiculous outfit that Isabelle had insisted on: a padded, sequined bra and pleather mini-skirt with a fringed bolero jacket. After Isabelle used Ben’s prized palette to add some color to Courtney’s face, all that was left was loading themselves up with every piece of jewelry Ben owned, before collapsing, giggling, onto his bed.

Isabelle gazed around the room at all the pictures on Ben’s walls. She smiled appreciatively at his Moulin Rouge poster, and then her eyes lit up at the shrine to Robbie Williams over his desk.

“Your brother has good taste. I’d give anything to pash Ewan. Or Robbie.”

Courtney nodded in agreement, though she wasn’t sure she saw the allure, exactly. Although she had to admit that Ewan was at least relatively cute, compared to most boys she knew.

“You ever pashed anyone, Courtney?” Isabelle had a slightly teasing lilt to her voice. As if she already knew the answer.

Courtney bristled a little. She was determined not be seen as a baby. “Yes,” she lied.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”

Thinking quickly, Courtney answered, “Greg.” The tall, soft-spoken boy on her cheer team was always nice to Courtney, and he was clean and didn’t smell nearly as bad as most of the other boys in her class. If she was gonna have to pash any boy, it may as well have been him.

Isabelle burst out laughing. “You sure love the homos, Court. Greg is gay as mardi gras.”

Courtney felt her cheeks heat up. She cleared her throat, racking her brain to try and divert the attention away from herself. “Have…have you pashed anyone?”

“Nope!” Isabelle said. “I want my first time to be magical. Like in the movies. My friends think I’m weird but I don’t care.”

“I…I don’t think that’s weird.” Courtney suddenly wished she hadn’t lied. “I think it’s cool.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not just leaving it up to fate, though. I practice a lot.”

“How do you practice?”

“Like…you know…on your hand, or a pillow, or…you know, with your friends.”

“Your friends?”

Isabelle flashed a crooked smile, revealing those dimples that Courtney wanted to reach out and touch. It took all her strength to keep her hands to herself. “You know…like…girls don’t count. That’s just like, so you can get good at it for when it’s time to kiss a boy. Like, for real.”

Courtney’s palms began to get sweaty, and her mouth was dry as chalk. She swallowed.

“Of course, you don’t need practice, since you’re already an expert. You and Greeeeg.” Isabelle winked and Courtney thought she might die of embarrassment.

“I…may have lied about that,” she whispered.

“No shit,” Isabelle replied, hazel eyes glittering with delight.

Courtney focused away from her eyes, on her shoulders, tanned a deep caramel from the summer sun, such an enticing color that Courtney had a desire to lick her. She heard rustling and felt Isabelle moving closer to her on the bed. She looked up, saw her plush, round, plum-colored lips. She wondered if they would taste like the watermelon candy they’d eaten earlier.

“Do you want me to show you?” Isabelle asked, one finger just barely touching her chin.

Courtney prayed that she didn’t appear overly enthusiastic when she nodded, closing her eyes. And then Isabelle’s soft, moist lips were on hers, and her fingertips itched, tentatively reaching out to graze her bare midriff, circling her waist, just as Isabelle lifted her head.

“Okay, now, remember, I’m the boy,” Isabelle reminded her, rolling Courtney onto her back. “So you need to follow my lead. This time, you gotta open your mouth.”

Courtney nodded, glassy-eyed. At that point she would’ve followed her off a cliff. Her lips parted eagerly and Isabelle slipped her tongue inside, shifting the weight of her body so that she was pressing Courtney down into the mattress.

Hands cupping Courtney’s face, Isabelle murmured soft instructions to her. “Rub your tongue against mine…suck on my bottom lip…squeeze my butt…” Courtney tried to hear and follow as she floated through the clouds, ecstatic and breathless by the sheer proximity of their bodies, bare skin of their bellies pressed together, the scent of her strawberry shampoo.

Skin flushed and burning, Courtney arched her body up, rolling her hips, lifting her knees, rubbing against the older girl, in a state of utter lust, until she was slammed back into reality by the sound of laughter, Isabelle rolling away. “Damn, Courtney. You’re a little nympho, aren’t you?”

Courtney raised herself onto her elbows, panting, hair falling into her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, watching Isabelle straighten her top and fix her lipstick, at a loss for words.

“It’s cool if I borrow these clothes, right? I’m meeting Megan and Zoe at the mall.”

“Y-yeah. It’s cool.”

“Great. See you later!”

***

By dinnertime, Courtney was still too embarrassed to join the family. She told Mrs. Peterson that she had a stomachache. Did Isabelle think she was…what did Isabelle think?

It turned out that her fears were for naught. Isabelle didn’t seem to think anything at all about her. She spent the next few days out with her friends, mostly, and when Courtney’s mom came to pick her up that Saturday, she merely gave her a casual wave and a “see you around,” barely looking up from the fashion magazine in her lap.

They didn’t see each other much over the next school year, either, since Isabelle was in the High School and Courtney was still in Primary. It was probably for the best when her family moved again the following summer. After seeing her boyfriend dropping her off a few times, Courtney knew that there would be no more “practicing” required, and she couldn’t bear those knowing smirks Isabelle would toss her way on the rare occasion she actually acknowledged her existence. Like she KNEW something.

She didn’t know anything.

With Isabelle gone, it was much easier for Courtney to paint on a smile and be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the little angel that everyone wanted her to be. And over the next few years, the sharp pain Courtney felt every time she thought about the older girl faded into a dull ache, a small, insignificant scar on her psyche that she barely remembered, a part of who she was without ever thinking about it.

Although occasionally, the kissing lessons did come in handy.

Mr. Fairy Floss

Fandom: GG/Youtube

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 6,227

Pairings: Rubberbang, background Egoflap

Rating: T

Warnings: Lots of typical teenage-boy cursing, Dan being a dork

Summary: While stuck together at the top of a Ferris wheel, Ross and Dan become acquainted with each other for the first time.

Read it on AO3 here!

[A/N: Based off the prompt: ‘I was third wheeling with my best friend and his/her bf/gf at the amusement park when I got stuck sitting on a two seated roller coaster with some stranger and something happened so now we are stuck almost at the top and I hate heights but at least they are really hot’ au

The rest of my A/N is in the AO3 link ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

“Hey, Ross! Roooosssssss.

Suzy’s bouncy, gentle voice easily pries him awake. The next time Ross blinks his eyes open, she and Arin are both standing in front of him, Arin with his eyebrows knit in concern, and Suzy bearing an expression devoid of nothing but worry. It takes a moment for him to sleepily comprehend their surroundings and remember where he is, but the abundant noise of screaming, gleeful children around them and the sight of the giant, overbearing rollercoaster poised in the distance behind his friends is just enough to jog his memory.

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anonymous asked:

I wanna hear about your coming out story please!

I came out to one of my brothers around Christmas, it wasnt very spectacular i was just like “Hey lmao i like girls and *insert our friend who was out* is my girlfriend” and he was like “oh okay that’s cool!!! Are you two going to get married??” To which i didnt know how to explain that just cause we’re dating doesnt mean we’re going to get married, a n y w a y fast forward to February, said brother was mad at me and outed me to the rest of my family, it was pretty okay, my mum and my 15yr and 10yr old brother were super good about it, but my dad and 19yr brother were basically like “youre not family anymore”(which im okay with!!! Sometimes it gets to me but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), all in all its good!!! I dont pay much attention to the family that is against me, love the family who still like me

-Mod nyx

So my little foster sister accidentally came into the bathroom as I got out of the bath. Naturally I was horrified (not because she’d see me naked but because of my psoriasis covering my whole body) and I tried to cover up asap. To my surprise she laughed and said “you look like a leopard and that’s so cool!!” This made me smile already, but then she asked me if it hurt to which I responded that it does hurt sometimes. She immediately began searching for something and came back with my ointment to treat it, and asked me to teach her how to apply it because she wanted to “make me feel all better and pretty again”

So here I am, on the bathroom floor, my 6 year old foster sister applying the ointment to my back where I can’t reach. I feel like I might cry

anonymous asked:

I hav a crush on this guy whose family is quite close with mine. He seems quiet but sometimes when we hangout with our siblings he likes to make jokes and is pretty cool /v\ hes also a huge memelord and has a cute smile aaa i die //

Awww you’re both so cute!!! ╥﹏╥ I’ll be cheering for your happiness! YOU CAN DO IT (σ≧∀≦)σ

((☆ Tell me about your crush on anon! ☆))

anonymous asked:

Moving next to Dylan, please? <3 I love all your imagines!

Thank you! <3

You pull up to the house with your family and look out the window with hope. When your mom had told you she got a new job in Colorado, you started packing your things almost immediately. You’d never really felt accepted in your old town, so you’re hoping for a fresh start. The moving truck pulls up behind your car and you all get out, starting to unload things. You go upstairs and quickly claim your room, falling back on your bed. After a couple minutes, you get up and look out the window. The movers are carrying your couch inside and your mom and dad are talking to a man and woman on the front lawn. Your mom says something and they all look towards the house, nodding. The woman turns and calls towards the house next door. You watch as a tall, handsome boy walks out and makes his way over to them. You move away from the window and head outside again.

“Oh, there she is,” your mom says, “Y/n, this is Mr. and Mrs. Klebold, and that’s Dylan. They’re our new neighbors.” “Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you smile. “You too,” Mrs. Klebold smiles, “Your parents were saying you’re starting at Columbine next week. Dylan goes there.” You look at Dylan and the two of you smile faintly at each other. “Do you need help unpacking?” Mr. Klebold asks. “Oh, we couldn’t ask you to do that-” your mom starts. “Don’t be silly, we’ve love to help,” Mrs. Klebold says reassuringly. Your parents thank them and you all start carrying boxes inside.

You walk outside and see Dylan holding a box that says y/n’s CDs. “Um, where did you want these?” he asks. He follows you up to your room and puts the box on your bed. You open it and look through it, making sure nothing is broken. Dylan smiles faintly as he watches, “You have a really good taste in music.” You look at him, “Oh, thanks.” He nods, “Yeah. I have a pretty cool system in my room… if um, if you wanted to bring some of these over sometime.” You smile and nod, “Yeah, that sounds good.” Dylan nods and the two of you walk outside again, unpacking until his family invites yours over for dinner.

part 2

QUESTIONS ADDRESSED TO YOUR MUSE:

▌What is your name?
“Jitsuko Kikuchi.”

▌What is your real name?
“You don’t need to know. Next question.”

▌Do you know why you were called that?
“Having a Vietnamese name in Japan would make me really obvious.”

▌Are you single or taken?
“That’s complicated.”

▌Have any abilities or powers?
“Killing people and getting away with it is pretty special. So’s fighting.”

▌What’s your eye color?
“Black.”

▌How about your hair color?    
“Black.”

▌Have you any family members?
“Uh-huh.”

▌Oh? What about pets?
“A bearded dragon and a cat.”

▌That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me about something you don’t like.
“Lots of things. Unnecessary talking for one.”

▌Do you have any hobbies/activities you like to do?
“I watch movies and taste sake and beer.”

▌Ever hurt anyone before?
“Yup.”

▌Ever killed anyone before?
“I have.”

▌What kind of animal are you?
“I’ve been compared to a lioness before. And snakes. Let’s go with that.”

▌Name some of your worst habits.
“I don’t get out much. Apparently, I’m not very approachable.”

▌Do you look up to anyone at all?
“No.”

▌Gay, straight, or bisexual?    
“Straight.”

▌Do you go to school?
“No.”

▌Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?
“That’s not going to happen.”

▌Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?
“No fucking idea.”

▌What are you most afraid of?
“I dunno. Dying?”

▌What do you usually wear?
“Clothes.”

▌Do you love someone?
“…”

▌When was the last time you wet yourself?
“When I was a baby.”

▌What class are you?
“How much do you think human lives are worth?”

▌How many friends do you have?
“Enough.”

▌What are your thoughts on pie?
“It’s interesting.”

▌Favorite drink?
“Sangaria lemon sodas. If we’re talking alcohol, sake that isn’t shitty.”

▌What’s your favorite place?
”Quiet places.”

▌Are you into someone~?
“Isn’t that a childish term?”

▌What’s your bra cup/size and/or how big is your willy?
“How inappropriate~. C.”

▌Would you rather swim in the lake or in the ocean?
“The ocean.”

▌What’s your type?
“Someone who can accept what I do and put up with me.”

▌Any fetishes?
“Tons.”

▌Seme or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?
“Depends on the person. I usually top.”

▌Camping or indoors?
"I can camp, but I’d rather be inside.”

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“One of my close friends lived next to a house that was always vacant. It would sell, people would move in, and then one day they’d be gone and the house would be up for sale again. One summer, when the house was listed again and the last family had moved out, we decided to go take a tour and eat some Jack in the Box we had picked up. We weren’t very smart sometimes and thought it would be cool to play chicken with whatever was haunting this house. 

My friend was really skinny and crawled through the dog door that led straight into the kitchen, then opened the back door for me. We went through all of the rooms and it was pretty nondescript, just a typical 50s style bungalow house with a similar layout to his home, lots of pretty woodwork and built-ins. After we determined that the house really wasn’t that creepy after all, we sat down in the dining area, on the floor, across from a little horseshoe shaped nook with a kitchen table and built-in bench. 

It was dusk out but the windows didn’t have curtains and it never got that dark in our city, anyway. At this point, we had been in the house for maybe 25 minutes and after we finished eating we stayed sitting just to hang out and talk since we weren’t spooked out at all. All of a sudden, mid-sentence, completely out of nowhere, my vision went black and I felt this eerie coldness wash all over me (I’m getting chills thinking about it), a feeling so thick I felt like it penetrated my through my body down to my bones. At the very same moment this happened, my friend screamed. 

I virtually could not see anything and was groping around trying to find something to grab onto and I felt so unsettled and ..cold. There’s really no other word for it. After what felt like hours, I felt my friend’s hands in mine and he pulled me to my feet and drug me through the house to the back door. He kept pulling on my arm and I still couldn’t see anything. 

We got outside and slowly… you know that feeling when you get a whole body shiver and it runs down your spine? As soon as I was outside, that’s what I felt, except this was a whole body shiver that started at the tip of my toes and went all the way up to my scalp, and unexpectedly and suddenly I could see again. My friend was as pale as a sheet and looked absolutely terrified. I felt off and sort of, gross, I guess is the best word, and in shock. 

I told him that I couldn’t see at all until I was outside, that it felt like I had been enveloped in blackness. He was just staring at me and I finally asked him why he had screamed. He hugged me and told me that he pulled me out of the house as soon as I started reaching around like I was blind because a little girl who was completely black, and yet see through, crawled out from under the table we were across from and sat on top of me.”

By: aigret  (What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you, paranormal or otherwise?)

anonymous asked:

Hey hey I get a ship thing please? This is really such a cool idea! I would prefer a baseball ship bc it's my fav. So I'm 5'9", wavy brown hair, and green eyes. I'm pretty pale but I sorta tan in the summer. I play basketball but my favorite sport is baseball. Im social and outgoing but sometimes I enjoy time to myself for a bit. I'm very kind and try to be friends with everybody. I laugh a lot. Family means everything to me. I love to write and want to be a journalist. Thank you!

i ship you with my favorite baseball player ever, anthony rizzo!!! he’s also pretty social so i think you guys would get along great in that way. i think he’d also like the fact that you’re really friendly and respect the fact that you love your family because i know he’s that way too. plus he’s super funny and i think you’d laugh really easily at whatever he does :)

send me a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with a hockey (or baseball) player!

carlyinjapan  asked:

How did you get Mapril to hop on your shoulder and stay there for a while? My barred rock hen; Roxy will respond to her name and come when she is called but will only hop on my lap when I have food. I want to take selfies with her on my shoulder.

I help him up! Once he’s up there he gets pretty comfy - he’s always been cool with being up there. 

Sometimes you just gotta take the plunge and put the chicken on your shoulder. And yeah, you’ll probably get up close and personal with flapping wings! As long as your chicken isn’t uncomfortable or stressed, it’s fun for the whole family. 

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Practice Challenge 1

Hi hi hi! My name is Madalena, you can call me Mads, even though I’m not mad (well maybe a little crazy sometimes) or you can call me Lena.

My family is from Dominica, which is a little island to the southeast of the rest of Illéa. The weather is pretty humid, but I can take cool pictures. I like taking pictures.

My family is really small for Dominica. Most people in Dominica have really big families, but I have my mom named Clarisse, my little sister named Cathy (she’s 7) but we call her Cthulhu, and my dog Susan.

I entered my name because the palace is pretty and I would like to have sex with meet Prince Dom.

So excited for this Selection!! Yay!!

Grieving, Anger and Oppression

I think that, in part, the anger of oppressed people is often a form of grieving. It is possible to grieve for not only a person, but for lost dreams and broken idealism as well.

We grieve for many things: for the normalcy and fair treatment society promised us but which we do not have; for the relationships that we lose due to bigotry and unacceptance; for the futures we hoped for but which were drasticaly altered; and for the past as we look back and realize the harm that was done to us.

When I realized I was aromantic, I went through what can be best described as “mourning a future I could never have.” I had been raised from birth to expect to fall in love and form a romantic relationship that made me happy in ways other relationships could not. I wanted it very much, because I had been told that I needed it, and that my life would be lonely and incomplete without it. I had so many expectations for myself and my future based around that.

And then I realized that future could never happen. Not because aromantics can’t have happy romantic relationships, but because Iwould not feel what I thought I should feel, romantic love. And, as countless people and media had taught me, a person who could not love romantically was barely even human. Romance is assumed to be not just universal to humans, but an essential and defining quality that makes us human. And, last year, I realized I couldn’t feel it. So I grieved.

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gone girl starters

below are random starters taken from/inspired by the novel Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

  • ❝Should I remove my soul before I come inside?❞
  • ❝Please don’t eat anything in that area.❞
  • ❝He is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid a lot, a guy who likes women, a guy who would actually fuck me properly.❞
  • ❝I would like to be fucked properly.❞
  • ❝I sound quite slutty, don’t I?❞
  • ❝You look all twitchy.❞
  • ❝There’s no romantic present for wood.❞
  • ❝Go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis and scream, ‘There’s some wood for you, bitch.'❞
  • ❝Seems lonely.❞
  • ❝The cat was sweet, but extremely stupid.❞
  • ❝Well you certainly take your time about it, don’t you?❞
  • ❝So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry?❞
  • ❝'He’s doing what you tell him to do because he doesn’t care enough to argue,’ I think. 'Your petty demands simply make him feel superior, or resentful, and someday he will fuck his pretty, young coworker who asks nothing of him, and you will actually be shocked.'❞
  • ❝Let me guess: baby of the family.❞
  • ❝I am fat with love!❞
  • ❝Neither of us gets stage fright.❞
  • ❝This is how I always pictured it. This is exactly how I pictured it.❞
  • ❝I sometimes bring my coffee and the paper and just sit.❞
  • ❝You’re a planner, aren’t you? You don’t seem like the type to wing anything.❞
  • ❝We call them the 'dancing monkeys’.❞

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thesnowymeadows  asked:

Okay whoa whoa whoa hold up. What do you mean you still have druids in your family?? That's so cool!

I do! :D Last time I saw them were at an Handfasting (marriage) a few years back (at least the first part of it). It’s all very beautiful, all about dreams, nature and sometimes spirits, with lots of flowers and pretty stones and wood, AND LOTS OF ALCOHOL AND MUSIC! Anyway, yes I do and it’s pretty cool.