my life is what this soup is

So let me tell you about this dream I had because I’m not over it.

It all started with an addiction to cup noodles.

I was working on my essay and on magimons, on original stuff, and I suddenly started being obsessed with cup noodles. In real life, from time to time, i just… Get randomly obsessed with food. One time i did an incredible research on sandwiches types. I digress.

I really wanted noodles. Lucky me, there were some left so I ate em. Those noodles were warm, really warm, and drinking the soup was the best part.

And as a result I went to the convenience store to buy MORE ramen noodles, because I didn’t have noodles anymore. 

I was greeted in the shop by Alexander the Great and was told I was his favourite customer. However, as he scanned my 15-20, or maybe 10 packs of noodles, he warned me.

“Hey boozu, boy, my kid, my son, my girl, my whatever, you gotta be careful, these noodles, they’re cursed, they might have a Kingly flavour, but they have really dangerous side effect. You gotta stop eating these noodles.”

I thank him and I go back to my business as usual. I just wanted noodles.

So here I am. Obsessively eating noodles. While working. It was refreshing. Each time I ate the noodles I felt something amazing in me. My body felt weird but it was good.

And then during the 8th noodle pack consumed I notice that my face in the soup wasn’t my face, but it was

Saber.

I turned into Saber due to my addiction to noodles.

The first thing I said was “Oh that’s unfortunate” with Ayako Kawasumi’s voice

And I woke up in sweat.

You are everywhere I go

And in everything I do;

You are in my morning coffee

Waking me up with a gentle push

You are in my sweaters

And jackets

Encasing me in your warmth

You are city lights at midnight

Lighting what may be

A dark path in my life

You are birds at sunrise

Giving life to an otherwise deceased time

You are the antidote

To any encumbrance

Like homemade soup

on a sick day


You are never gone

You are in everything I do

- J.C

The solarpunk!Luigi and steampunk!Mario piece from the stream today - thanks to everybody who dropped by!! took me ~7hrs not counting first sketch to finish this piece. what am I doing with my life 

You roll into a small town early in the evening, go to the local diner and order a steak off the menu. You’re brought soup. You are confused. You look around you and you notice everyone else is being given soup, yet are still ordering a variety of things from the menu. You think it’s a joke but upon a second look of the menu it is merely all soup. The chefs special is Soup soup with soup. You bring it up to a waitress. She seems startled by your accusation. She asks another person at another table what they ordered. They say soup and then have a startled look on their face. Everyone within earshot begins to panic and ask eachother what is going on. The room descends into chaos. You try to leave through the front door. But there is only soup.

The Crows Against the Common Cold

I have a cold so I’m inspired.

Matthias: sleeps it right off. Takes him max two days to get rid of it. Coughs maybe once. This pisses Nina offffff. Rises and shines like the secret tulip he is. “Cold? What cold? I live in the ice.”

Nina: loathes being sick. Even just the sniffles. Doesn’t want to be seen except not really. Could she eliminate it with her heart rending? Probably. But she won’t because everyone lavishes attention on her and she LOVES IT. Mattias babies her and so does Inej. Milks it as long as she can #DramaQueen

Jesper: Also #DramaQueen. But actually grumpier than Nina can be because he has to rest to get better and what is rest??? Loves Wylan taking care of him though. Very verbal about being cut down in the prime of life by the cold while wylan just shakes his head and spoon feeds him soup.

Wylan: (brought to you by my friend betterthanwaffles). Tries to hide being sick. Doesn’t want people to know because Jan Van DICK would get mad at him and call him weak. Not sure how Jesper found out, but suddenly Wy’s tucked in bed with blankets and tissues up to the gills. *cough cough Kaz told Jesper*

Kuwei: wants Jesper’s attention but he’s getting over it. Knows chemistry so well he can usually shake the cold quickly with different concoctions. Very quiet while sick. Sucks on cough drops obsessively.

Inej: tries to go about her business. Doesn’t exactly hide it, but doesn’t want a fuss. Nina wants to fuss so bad, so Inej avoids her as much as she can. Then Kaz hears her cough while trying to sneak in his office and he sends her straight to bed and sics Nina on her. Says it’s because he can’t afford a Wraith who gives herself away sneezing everywhere. Actually he is in love and brings her medicines and tissues on the sly. She knows.

Kaz: immune. The germs just burst into microscopic flame.

#BendyHTtakeover Recap

((so I’m gonna compile all the Good Shit from the #BendyHTtakeover event into one post okay here we goooo))

  • Sammy has been writing music for most of his life, “from a young age […] tunes would pop into my head, [writing music] was the only logical step. ;)”
  • Willow Weep For Me” is Sammy’s favorite song, he apparently considers it modern. what time period does this game take place in jfc
  • Sammy made a handful of puns during the event. Puns are great.
  • Apparently he liked Bacon Soup at one time, but “it kind of lost its luster after a bit.. But you’d have to be crazy to not love chocolate cake!”
  • Putting on pants is apparently a struggle for him.
  • Someone asked if Norman was behind the organ from chapter 2. He responded with “The organ… I don’t know what you mean. Although Norman, our projectionist, he was always very bright..” which might be a hint to something, a compliment, or another pun - who knows.
  • An ad for a Little Mermaid bedspread got posted in the middle of the event, probably on accident. Someone joked “Sammy’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel, confirmed.” All he had to say was something was amiss with the post, and the bed looked comfortable.
  • Sammy still writes and sings music when he’s not praising Bendy, and has written “so many dozens of songs! So many! When you’ve been in this business as long as I have… you’re quite busy.” He also said “Perhaps you shall hear them someday.” pls
  • His clearest memory of the studio besides the ink pump is “a whistling sound, a vague melody.. with a sinister purpose.”
  • When asked for advice on composing music, he responded “Music is all about layers. Rich and lush. Practice, my friend. That’s what it’s all about!”
  • Wally’s catchphrase is apparently contagious. Someone asked “Sammy, what would happen if Wally lost his keys again?” To which he responded, “That Wally! That man can’t ever keep his things in order! If I didn’t know better I’d say his mind was wayyyyy out of here!”
  • Headcanon confirmed, “Sheep Songs” is Sammy’s favorite song he wrote for the Bendy cartoons.
  • He wears the mask to “resemble the most perfect form I know!”.
  • He might not be able to see without the mask as well, someone later asked “how do you see with that mask?” and he replied “how do you see without yours?”. Might have just been a joke, or confirming the “ink monsters can see through Bendy’s eyes in cutouts and posters” theory.
  • Sammy thinks Susie is “A charming woman.. quite… charming.. I recall only her face… that.. smile.”
  • He took some selfies for us.
  • Someone asked how he felt after what happened to him at the end of chapter 2. “I can’t recall any injustice on the part of the Ink Demon. He is.. most fair.” Apparently he’s fine with being pancake’d.
  • “Who’s better? Bendy, Alice, or Boris?” “There is only our lord Bendy.”
  • What makes Bendy so worshipable is that “[He] knows all and sees all. He is the hope we’ve been waiting for!”
  • “The last I can recall… I had a flowing cascade of brown hair.. I miss it so… or was it blonde? No matter.. it was splendid.”
  • He regrets never going to Coney Island.
  • Someone asked what he thinks of Alice “Ohhh such a voice! So.. heavenly! So beautiful!” Tied with his earlier comment about Susie, this makes Samsie shippers such as myself rejoice.
  • He is honored that people write songs about him, and Bendy.
  • He doesn’t only make puns, he memes. According to him, “if you have the proper training, mayonnaise IS an instrument.”
  • His favorite instrument is the banjo, he was always fond of it and it “plucks the right chord with me”
  • He thinks bacon soup can be good, “it’s best when aged for a while I hear.”
  • He’s happy Joey let him name the song “Sammy Jam” after himself.
  • Someone asked if he had a special someone before becoming an ink monster. His answer was a flustered “Someone.. special? … I.. well.. there was.. this one. I almost remember.”
  • He doesn’t quite know where Joey is, but he thinks he’s off raising his salary somewhere.
  • He doodles Bendy sometimes.

Hey I want to preface this by saying I’m a good person and I don’t deserve this

Yesterday I made chicken tortilla soup because I thought that would be fun and I cut up a jalapeno for it

  • BY THE BY I’ve been eating jalapenos my whole life I guess I’ve just never??? Cut up a raw jalapeno before????
  • The whole story occurred after midnight on a fucking Tuesday (I guess Wednesday morning)

My left thumb and pointer finger started stinging like all hell like at first I thought I could ignore it but it just kept on burning. My first instinct was to dunk my hand in a cup of milk and that is exactly what I did

But when I took my hand out of the milk it was still on fire so I googled my situation and LET ME TELL YOU GUYS this is a WELL KNOWN mistake known as “hot pepper hands” and it is exactly what it sounds like

  • Things that are supposedly remedies for hot pepper hands:
  • (I say supposedly because, spoiler, none of them worked for me)
  • Make baking soda/water paste, put on hands, let dry, 
  • Wash with Dawn or other dishsoap that is better at cutting through oils
  • Scrub with olive oil and THEN Dawn
    • This one actually managed to spread the pain to most of the rest of my left hand, leaving only my pinky finger safe from the burning fires of hell
  • and THEN there is one SOLUTIONwhich says you should put your hand in hot water to “open your pores” to “let the poison out” or whatever and THEN scrub with olive oil and wash
    • everyone that gave this as a solution noted that putting your hand in hot water while it’s being eaten away with acid is super painful but they’re all just like “it’s for the greater good, good luck!”
    • so I’m like…

AND THEN I DUNK MY HAND IN A BOWL OF HOT WATER AND I SCREEEEEEEEEEAM

and i hold it in the hot water for a full minute

    • IT DOESN’T WORK
    • I DO IT A SECOND TIME
    • S C R E E E E A M 
      • (my roommate was very concerned at the scream and at being asked to pour olive oil on my hand since it’s hard to maneuver around the kitchen one-handed, trying not to poison any surface with the poison of a thousand suns)
      • literally it was like that scene in fight club with the lye and ed norton just having to watch his hand sizzle
  • Anyway
    • It 
    • doesn’t
    • work
  • Another “solution” to the problem was phrased like this:
    • wear gloves, idiot
    • thanks
    • thank you

My hands are still burning but I’m like jesus h motherfuck it is 2 AM i will just try to sleep and suffer but 10 minutes later I think I am about to just die like this is it, a single jalapeno is going to consume my flesh, starting with my left hand and eventually reaching my heart

    • gotta give it to the jalapenos they are fighters 
    • didn’t think they were dangerous! but they are
    • wear gloves idiot

So I went to the fridge and put a bunch of ice cubes in a bag and I just held it in my hand and fell asleep like that, like with a little ice pack teddy bear giving me blissful relieving numbness

Ice is a fucking blessing and don’t you forget it, humankind’s greatest achievement is inventing a machine that will allow us, with some foresight, to have ice on hand whenever the fuck we need it I mean do you realize how amazing that is???? To have a freezer???? To have air conditioning!!!!!

So the icepack melted and my hand was still burning at 4am which is when I woke up from the pain and went to make myself another ice pack. Hours later the ice pack had melted again and my hand felt way WAY better but my pillow was soaked. Doesn’t matter it was a fucking relief to wake up and realize my hand had not been melted by acid.

tldr: never cut a hot pepper with your bare hands!!!!

anonymous asked:

Soup your art has such life to it, can i get advice on drawing, my art looks to dead. Your have nice lines in your drawings very soft, what do you use?

im not sure what you mean by life? :’o sorry

generally what i always say to people is to try and use the line of action to get your poses more lifelike, and for the lines try practicing with quick single strokes instead of several rough sketchy lines

also personally i use a lot of curves^ but im not sure if thats what u meant

Got7 reaction to crush actually being younger than they thought.

Anonymous said:Can you make a GOT7 reaction to realizing that his crush is younger than what she looks like physically please? Idk like she looks like 20 but is actually 17

FOLLOW, LIKE, RE-BLOG, REQUEST.

JB: He heard she was sick, so he thought he could come by her house and surprise her with a get well soon card and some soup. On his way there, he was stopped by some teenagers getting off the school bus…among the teenagers, there she was. *In his head* Isn’t she sick…..wait why the fuck she getting off a school bus…she better be the damn bus driver.

Originally posted by nyeong-ing

Jinyoung: *Hears her state her age* Trying to process what the fuck was just said.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Jackson: You know when your so upset about something, you find it hilarious…that’s him. “Wait so she’s how old?” 

Originally posted by ilovejackson

Mark: *In his head* …….You have to be kidding me right now, she’s 17…..fuck my life .

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: finds out your age. Jinyoung: “How you feel? You was crushing on a youngin you perv”

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

Bambam: “Well glad I ain’t fall in too deep”

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: Snap out of it ! Get your head back into reality. Yes, you heard right, she is 16. No, you can’t go back to being 16 boy.

Originally posted by jongdabae

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anonymous asked:

Got any advice for food on a budget? I don't have much money. Even ways to spice up ramen will help.

Eating On A Budget

- Buy Bulk. My number one tip for budgeting food is to BUY IN BULK. Instead of buying a chicken breast, buy eight and individually wrap them in plastic wrap. Freeze what you’re not going to eat within the next two days, and defrost as needed.

- Cook Bulk. Make a large pot of chili, soup, or your favorite pasta sauce. Buy plastic containers at Walmart and portion out your meals. Freeze them all! I do this with my pasta puttanesca sauce, I make it once every six months and cook enough to last.

- Store Brands. There are cheap knock off brands of everything from Cheez-Its to Quaker Oats. They’ll be anywhere from $1-$3 cheaper than the brand names. On a similar note, store brand cleaning supplies is about $5 cheaper than the name brands! Don’t judge them before you try them.

- Store Cards. My Stop & Shop card gives me a gas discount, and other store cards offer similar perks. Store card + store brands = ridiculous savings.

- Avoid Organics. Like I said in my last Adulting post, I’m not paying $4 for a cucumber unless it can clean my apartment and sing Jazz standards. Buy vegetables, but avoid anything labeled “organic”.

- Mixed Greens. Avoid buying “mixed greens” unless you’re going to eat them within a day or two, these have a very short shelf life. Instead, buy a head of lettuce or a bushel of kale.

- Frozen Produce. Stock your freezer with bags of peas, carrots, fruit, etc. These will defrost easily in your soups and are good if you run out of ice packs.

- Dollar Stores. They have really weird brands of chips and pasta and really poor quality paper towels, so don’t expect to do you entire shop here. However, they sell bulk tomato sauce, six packs of ramen, tuna fish and other wonderful things for under a dollar. My local Dollar store sells tubes of capers for a dollar when just down the street my organic supermarket sells them for upwards of $5.

- Buy Fruit. Specifically, BUY IN BULK at your local chain supermarket. My boyfriend and I have been throwing back those Cara Cara oranges like nobody’s business. Fruit is great for quick breakfasts, snacks, and a healthy alternative to downing a pint of Ben and Jerrys.

Budget-based cookbooks (online recipes)

- College Student Cookbook. Click here.

- Meals On The Go. Click here. (Not a cookbook, but super helpful)

- Broke College Kid Masterpost. Click here.

- Cooking on A Bootstrap. Click here.

- Good and Cheap. Click here.

- Budget Bytes. Click here.

It’s also worth checking out my “eating on a budget” tag.

Also, please check out “Pimp Your Ramen” for ramen-related hacks!

Good luck! XX

The Elsewhere Child

He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.

I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.

I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.

She is a pathological liar.

Her lies fascinate me.

After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.

It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.

They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).

I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.

It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.

I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.

It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.

My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.

If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?

Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.

Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.

Im so in love with you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn accidentally tells Y/N he loves her

Requested: yeeees

Authors note:


“SHAWN move it, the movie’s starting,” I yell, the sound echoing around our small, shared apartment.

“I’m coming women, calm it down,” Shawn calls back from the kitchen, emerging seconds later with two cans of coke in his grasp.

“Ooh yes please,” I reach for the drink and Shawn cheekily moves his hand out of my range. I glare at him as he chuckles, flopping himself down on the couch next to me. Immediately I crawl across onto his lap, sprawling my body across his and making myself at home.

“Comfy there?” Shawn asks, popping the lid to each can, handing me mine. 

“Defiantly,” I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his arm sneaking around my back to lay on my hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I chose It’s a boy girl thing, hope you don’t mind,” I mumble, intently starring at the screen.

“It’s fine, as long as you like it,” Shawn murmurs back, taking a sip of his drink.


15 minutes later we’re both chuckling at the romantic comedy. 

“That reminds me,” I say right after a funny moment, turning my gaze on Shawn. “Someone said a really funny joke in class today and I have to tell you,”

“Shoot,” Shawn says, gaze falling on me, the movie forgotten in the background as we both get absorbed in each other and the topic.

“Right so, whats the difference- th-the… difference,” I start laughing, unable to control the giggles spilling out of my mouth.

“Y/n,” Shawn whines, pulling me closer to him as I wheeze with laughter. 

“Sorry,” I gasp, finally managing to calm down. “What’s the difference between roast beef and pea soup?” 

We stare at each other, the movie filling the silence. I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for the answer and he rolls his eyes.

“What is the difference Y/n?” He asks, a grin escaping onto his face.

“You can roast beef but you can’t pea soup,” I grin, waiting for him to start laughing. Instead, we just end up starring at each other again, me looking hopeful at him and Shawn starring blankly back.

“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard in my life,” 

“You’re the worst thing I’ve heard of in my life,” 

Shawn laughs, squeezing my side gently making me squirm in his grip.

“Take that back right now,”  Shawn demands, squeezing my hip again.

“Make me,” I argue, laughing at his touch.

“You asked for it,” With that he flings me underneath him, quickly covering my body with his as he straddles me and begins tickling my sides.

“NO, Shawn!” I laugh, or more like cackle at his merciless attack.

“Say Shawn is the best thing to happen to me in my life,” he says, trying to look stern but the grin on his face does the opposite.

“My mum told me to never lie,” I tease back as his tickling ceases for a second.

“You little,” His hands resume and I gasp, trying to get air into my lungs as I laugh.

“Okay, I’m joking, I’m joking,” 

“Say it!” He laughs, watching me wriggle, trying to get out of his embrace.

“Shawn is the best thing to ever happen to me,” I cry, laughing hard.

“Damn I right I am,” he laughs, stopping his attack.

“Damn right you are,” I giggle, reaching up to kiss his cheek swiftly.

“God I’m so in love you,”

I freeze, eyes snapping to meet his alarmed ones. Redness quickly begins to creep onto his cheeks and he clears his throat awkwardly. 

“I, um,” Shawn avoids my eyes.

“Did you just say I love you?” I ask, just in case I heard wrong.

“I… yeah,” He mumbles, pulling himself off me and sitting up. “I didn’t mean to, it just kind of slipped out,” He tries to justify.

“Was not expecting that,” I try to joke but Shawn still isn’t meeting my eyes. My gaze softens, noticing how much those three words have effected him.

“Hey,” I say softly, running my hand across his back in soft comforting movements.

“I’m sorry if I ruined everything,” He says, meeting my eyes briefly.

“It’s fi-”

“Honestly, before I could even think I was just saying it,”

“Shawn its-”

“I know we’ve only been dating for a couple weeks but we were friends for quite a while beforehand so its understandable for me to feel this way about you-”

“Shawn I love you too,” I almost scream, frustrated that he wasn’t listening.

“You do?” his whole face lights up at my words.

“Of course I do, you’re the best thing to happen to me remember?” I smirk, creeping closer to his body.

“Mmhm, that’s true,” and he’s back to himself, the nervous Shawn gone in a blink of an eye. “I love you,” Shawn smiles, my heartbeat going a million miles a minute, then presses his lips upon mine.

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New song cover: “Come to Life,” originally composed by NotARobot!

Soon as I heard this, I knew I HAD to do a cover of it. Go check out the composer’s channel – some EXCELLENT music on that-a-way!

NotARobot’s YouTube Channel

(Original Song)

LYRICS:

Now power streams through the machine
What have I unleashed?
can it be true that what Joey drew
is coming after me

I’m finding the recordings of what transpired
I think that bacon soup must have been expired
I’m seeing live cartoons that want to retire me

Bendy and the Ink Machine
Beware cartoons have come to life!
Bendy and the Ink Machine
No I won’t be his sacrifice!
Bendy and the Ink Machine

(instrumental break)  

Bendy and the Ink Machine
Beware cartoons have come to life!
(instrumental break)
No I won’t be his sacrifice!
Bendy and the Ink Machine

Who did I see walkin’ with Bendy?
He just disappeared
In this world of ink, it’s swim or sink
and death is always near

I got my wooden axe swingin’ with precision
To fight this whole ink mob made in Sillyvision
And Sammy’s gone mad now; he wants to imprison me

Bendy and the Ink Machine
Beware cartoons have come to life!
Bendy and the Ink Machine
No I won’t be his sacrifice!
Bendy and the Ink Machine

(instrumental break)

Bendy and the Ink Machine
Beware cartoons have come to life!
(instrumental break)
No I won’t be his sacrifice!  
Bendy and the Ink Machine

I hear him crawling in the vents
I gotta get out of this
Oh, no, no

I hear him crawling in the vents
I got to get away from

Bendy and the Ink Machine
Beware cartoons have come to life!
(instrumental break)
No I won’t be his sacrifice!
Bendy and the Ink Machine

Some food headcanons
  • Naruto: How about we'll grab some ramen tonight?
  • Boruto: But I want the Yakibasa buns!
  • Naruto: You can eat your junk food with your friends, but it's a family dinner so we are eating a normal food!
  • Boruto: Yakibasa buns ain't no junk food! You eat ramen 24/7, we totally should have something different!
  • Hinata: I guess we are eating at home again...
  • ___________________
  • Choji: What do you want from McDonals?
  • Chocho: I would like 3 Big Macs, 2 big fries, 20 chicken nuggets with BBQ sauce and Diet Coke
  • Karui: Why Diet Coke?
  • Chocho: I'm on diet after all
  • ____________________
  • Sakura: What's for dinner tonight?
  • Sarada: Miso soup
  • Sakura: Could you please add some tomatoes in it?
  • Sarada: WHO THE FUCK ADDS TOMATOES IN THE MISO SOUP???
  • ____________________
  • Shikdai: Ma what's for dinner tonight?
  • Temari: If you and your father are going to pick up your butts and help me, we might actually eat today
  • ____________________
  • Rock Lee: I want to eat curry today
  • TenTen: No freaking way Lee! We ate curry yesterday and my mouth is literally burning from it, please spare my life!
  • TenTen: Metal, you say something!
  • Metal Lee: Maybe some spicy Korean chicken will do?
  • TenTen: YOU ARE NOT HELPING
  • ____________________
  • Orochimaru: Kabuto said that people actually eat snakes
  • Orochimaru: You wanna try some?
  • Mitsuki: Are you seriously going to eat your own kind?

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place like somehow you just don’t belong and no one understands you?
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room with the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you’re screaming?
No, you don’t know what it’s like When nothing feels all right
You don’t know what it’s like To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No, you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you’re bleeding

No, you don’t know what it’s like
When nothing feels all right
You don’t know what it’s like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I’m happy but I’m not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don’t know what it’s like, what it’s like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No, you don’t know what it’s like (What it’s like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No, you don’t know what it’s like.

—  Welcome to my life, Simple Plan

natvanlis It’s #CanadianThanksgiving today, and while I could write a novel about everything I appreciate, here are just a few things that popped into my mind. Long walks in balmy fall weather. The vigor in which my dog wags his tale. My mother’s homemade pumpkin soup. Being able to sustain myself off creative work alone. The unconditional love in my life. The free health care in my country. Having a platform that I can use for social good. The fact that my Baba and Dedo are still healthy and alive. Living across the street from a coffee shop. Being physically able and able to travel often. And all of YOU of course! What are you #grateful for? 🍁 (x)

I’m a millennial born in 1987. So basically, I’m at a crossover. I am cool with the tech shit. But I still remember rewinding things in my VCRs, life before YouTube and not feeling the desperate need to photograph everything I did.

*Me, attending a wedding reception, talking to a teenage girl nearby who had out her iphone and was clicking anxiously*

*Me* “If you don’t mind me asking, um…what are you doing?”

*Her* “I’m taking a photo of my main course. For my blog.”

*Me* “It’s chicken and beans and roast potatoes. A nice meal but I don’t think anyone is that bothered about reading about it. Oh, well. Eh, the starter soup was well made, wasn’t it? I liked it a lot.”

*Her* “One of my followers said it looked icky.” 

Insomnia

This was requested sometime back. I’m not too thrilled with it, but it wasn’t going to get much better than this. I had something else written, but decided to write about something I had personal experience with instead. Thank you all for your patience and for reading!

        The blaring horn sound of Shawn’s alarm echoed through the bus, letting me know that it was seven in the morning. I didn’t move, continuing to stare at the ceiling of the back room which I had been doing for the past two hours. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, yet sleep seemed content with skipping over me the last three nights. It was my first-time visiting Shawn on tour and from night one, it was a disaster.

           I had been sick before I’d even arrived. I had a cough that just wouldn’t go away and it peaked the second day I was here. Shawn took me to Urgent Care without hesitation as I was wheezing and could hardly breathe. After a chest x-ray, it was confirmed that I had a mild case of Walking Pneumonia. I was given a breathing treatment, steroids, antibiotics, an inhaler, and extremely potent cough syrup and sent on my way.

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