my phone and i are happy now

*5 things tag game

I was tagged by @young-studyblr  

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ Thank you for tagging me! ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Rules: Tag 15 people

5 things you can find in my school bag:

  • an awful amount of textbooks
  • my omnipresent tupperware bottle
  • a small pencilcase
  • phone & headphones
  • zebra mildliners

5 things you can find in my bedroom:

  • an army of pens  and markers and pencils
  • sketchbooks
  • 2 carnival masks I got frpm Venice a couple of years ago
  • too many books
  • an electric guitar (that I still haven’t learned how to play so it now serves as decoration ha)

5 things I have always wanted to do:

  • travel around the world
  • create clothes from scratch
  • start a diary
  • learn how to eat with chopsticks
  • learn to speak 7 languages (polyglot ftw)

5 things that make me happy:

  • sunrises and sunsets
  • working out
  • doodling
  • dogs!!!!
  • pancakes i am weak

5 things that I’m currently into:

  • House of Cards
  • French music
  • Lana del Rey
  • making pretty notes
  • temporary tattoos

5 things on my to-do list:

  • clean up drawers
  • do math exercices
  • finish revision of passe compose 
  • take photos for syudyblr
  • take the dog for a walk

I tag @noodledesk @medkip @intelliqents @bluefoxstudy @psyduckstudies @lattesandessays @studiousgrace @beautiudies @junostudies @soarin-flyin-colours @grapefruitstudyblr

Hope you have fun <3 w/this, I sure did. Also feel free to do this even if i haven’t tagged you ^^

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Wow, now I can stream watch videos + live chat with my friends on my phone anywhere I’m - like these hungry happy cat friends, watching cake tutorials together at their own homes.  Thanks Tumblr!! 💕 

Meet Cabana, the new app from Tumblr. Take your usual spot with you anywhere. Chat. Watch videos. Hang out. Learn to frost delicious rainbow cakes with your friends wherever you are. Hang out, watch stuff here!!  🎂🍰😋🐱

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Yall asked.

I provided.

Absolutely Disgusting Shippy Starters
  • "I got you a little something..."
  • "You look adorable in that."
  • "Flowers? For me?"
  • "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
  • "I know you had a long day, so I took care of dinner."
  • "I did a little shopping at the naughty store."
  • "Let's cuddle and be sluggish all night long."
  • "Did I tell you you're beautiful, today?"
  • "I already ordered pizza for tonight."
  • "Candles, rose petals and champagne? What's the occasion."
  • "I can't believe that you fell in love with me."
  • "What is the one thing you absolutely, positively wanted?"
  • "Time to bury ourselves in blankets and ignore the rest of the world."
  • "Gimme that phone. It's getting shut off."
  • "You did all this for me?"
  • "Normally I hate surprises, but you did good."
  • "You just made my terrible day not so terrible."
  • "I will protect you, no matter what."
  • "Let's get a little tipsy for science."
  • "Wow. You look amazing."
  • "If it wasn't for the fact that I am so happy I would be suspicious right now."
  • "I love you so much."
  • "Shall we climb into bed?"
  • "You tried and that's what counts."
  • "I just want to curl up into your arms and sleep for days."
  • "I just have one question for you; ice cream or popcorn?"
  • "We should go to the festival!"
  • "You're not going anywhere without me. Especially anywhere dangerous."
  • "How would you feel about getting married?"

[throws markers across room] ugh

i’m not a huge fan of his artwork in heroes so

  • Maggie: *At L-Corp* So who wears the pants in your relationship Luthor?
  • Lena: Pardon?
  • Maggie: Come on, you and Kara. Who's the top?
  • Lena: That's-
  • Maggie: The Alpha.
  • Lena: Actually-
  • Maggie: The Daddy.
  • Lena: Look-
  • Maggie: The Dom to your Sub.
  • Lena: IT'S KARA, SHES THE DADDY, THE ALPHA, MY DOM, TOP TO THE BOTTOM. *takes breath* Are.. you.. happy..now..Detective?
  • Maggie: *clears throat* Uh Lena, I may or may not have been sitting on your intercom for your entire building.
  • Lena: ...Maggie Alejandra Sawyer
  • Maggie: That's not my middle-
  • Lena: Do you mean to tell me my entire building just heard me admit I am not a top like they believe me to be?
  • Maggie: Ahaha *shuffles feet* Maybe?I mean who even listens-
  • Lena: *phone rings* Hello?
  • Jess: Ms. Luthor on behalf of the entire L-Corp staff we would like to say despite you being a bottom we still respect you fiercely and Detective Sawyer might want to get off of the intercom button.
  • Lena: *whispers* Thank you very much Jess.
  • Maggie: *looks up* I'm gonna go.
  • Lena: *glares* Please do.

Hi yall happy 2017, i hope everyone had fun during the holidays!! kuroken hugs bc why not

this is like my favorite comfort song rn

Also I hate to bother yall like this, but we are having a really hard time right now moneywise. We have to conjure up 3000€ by january 28th to pay all bills, rent and my fiancé’s move. (We would’ve managed but our car had to be fixed and my fiancé’s phone shattered) I already had to use all of my savings.

So, I made a paypal donate link for now, and I’ll most likely open simple emergency commissions as soon as I can make an info post about it. If you have even one dollar/euro to spare, it would be amazing. Like even 5€ will feed us for multiple days.

Thank you in advance, I love u peeps

‘Weary traveler, calloused and sore
Time and gravity followed you here
Rest, my brother, and tell me
All about the ocean
Spoils and troubles, the burden you’ve bore
Pay them no mind, they matter no more
Leave them behind and show me
All about the ocean

Look in your eyes
I’ve never seen the ocean
Not like this one

Deep in your eyes
I’ve never seen the ocean
Not like this one’

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I’ve been working on this for fucking ages. Finally finished. Lyrics from Oceans by Puscifer, kill me now Maynard. Background painted and run through a gallery filter on my phone. Thanks to @kittyboo8015 for an amazing amount of awesome refs for the gear (I hate the goddamn gear) and @erwinsalive @survey-corps-rookie for your wonderful input.

To add the depressing points - Levi is finally at rest. Yes, that’s Erwin’s hand welcoming him home.

Monkey

Once upon a time, my dear friend Palak @stylishmuser had a dream. She told me that dream and then, within the same day, this video happened. I’m here to put that dream into words. Please enjoy.

Also, @stylesunchained…I dared. I’m sorry.

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Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.

The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.

“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”

“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”

“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”

Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.

“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”

It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.

“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.

“Hi daddy!”

“I miss you. How are you?”

“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”

Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”

His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.

“Daddy, guess how many more days!!”

“Hmm,” Harry thought, “I don’t know. Tell me.”

She held up both hands, folding two fingers down.

“Only this many! An’ then you’ll be home, daddy!”

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Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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The Kuroo shirt does not heal. It only corrupts.

Previous post…
> http://littleluxray.tumblr.com/post/140455917739/i-was-walking-in-a-nearby-neighborhood-the-other

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Almost everyone that knows Niklaus wonder how a vengeful monster like him can deeply love and care for another, like you. In these 1000+ years of living, he’s never met someone like you. Aside from Rebekah and Elijah, you were the only person who can look past his flaws and accept him for who he is. Because of you, he feels that his existence now has a purpose. He is now dedicated only to you and his child. 

Klaus was elsewhere taking care of ‘business’ while you stayed at the Mikaelson compound and watched TV in the bedroom that you and Klaus share, laying on the comfy California king bed. 

Of course, Klaus always felt the need to have some sort of bodyguard with you at all times, so Elijah offered to stay and keep watch. Whenever you got hungry, you didn’t mind making yourself food, but you know how the Mikaelson brothers are with you, they treat you as if you’re a delicate little flower carrying Klaus’ child. So, Elijah had food delivered to the compound.

You were enjoying your food in bed until your phone rang, it was your boyfriend, Klaus.

“Hello sweetheart.” Klaus greeted through the phone.

“Hi. Checking up on me again?” You said to Klaus. Although you appreciate his concern, he literally has been calling every 30 minutes since he left.

“Of course, love. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”

“I know I know. But Elijah’s here.” Elijah, sitting on the bed next to you, looked at you after hearing his name, then you looked at him and smiled. ”I’m perfectly safe and so is our baby.” Now being 4 months pregnant, you looked down at your small belly, rubbing it. Your cheeks blushed red at the thought of how utterly happy you are carrying the hybrid’s baby.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, love.” Klaus hangs up the phone with a smile on his face. Oh, how he cannot wait to come home to you.

“I deleted your number from my phone month and months ago so that I wouldn’t text you in the late night. I know you sleep well, and fully throughout the night, and you grew sad and distanced yourself each morning you woke to find my frustration, years too late. I unfriended you on Facebook because you liked all the posts I put up, the happy ones, the good ones, the fun ones. I trained my brain to forget your last name. I taught myself not to think of your eyes. Or the shape of your collar bones. I now can proudly say I don’t think of you late at night when I stare at the light coming in my bedroom windows.”

I’m trying to slow time, and stay still enough so that I don’t wreck anything. That I don’t turn any of the good let in my life into something negative. 

I’m writing everything down lately. Because I don’t trust my memory to catch all the good and bad. It’s like a recently mended net, about to test it’s new strength. 

I hate writing K’s and G’s in my handwriting. I like writing L’s and S’s. I bought a spray bottle at the dollar store and filled it up with water and eucalyptus essential oil. I’ve been burning lavender incense and spraying my pillows with the eucalyptus water. I’ve rearranged my bookcase, and listened to an old FM radio. I searched for a station that didn’t have commercials for about 20 mins. My internet had been down some 24 hours at that point and I just needed a little something in my ears.

I’ve been gone 11 days, and now my cats don’t leave me alone. They come, twirling and dancing between my feet as I walk around surveying this apartment I missed. Each tiny and large thing put in a place that feels right, at least for now.  

In college I would repaint my studio apartment’s walls in the middle of the night because I needed a bit of a change. I would rearrange pillows, shelves and furniture because it felt better thinking about how I’d never been kissed. How I’d never known the touch of a trusted lover. Now I do it because it feels good to seek and find solace and comfort here, away from the world outside. 

I’m not sorry that I’ve allowed certain men take root in my memories. Idaho with his grumbling, growling, and breathtaking smile, his declarations. Brown eyes with the way his mouth moved when he talked and his tattoos, and his love of achingly soft music. The midwest gent for his attentive nature, patience, and his stoicism. My southern best friend who made me laugh like no other, with goofy memorable moments of pride and care, his strength. My contractor ex, nationally ranked rugby boyfriend who lived in the Poconos and who made me feel delicate, womanly, but who trusted me with a hammer and power tools. The tall gangly boy who grew into a handsome man, one night to take my hand late at night in his sports car only to whispered beautiful words of praise besides a lake under the moonlight some miles later. 

But that’s because I sometimes forget the bad associated with each. Or the bad I brought to them. 

I’m sitting on the floor, my legs have fallen asleep and I know I should shed my clothes and crawl into my bed. I should make a list of all I want to accomplish tomorrow, and I should, I should, I should, I should. 

I think I’ll soak in the tub, or change my sheets and get into bed and play a song that starts slow and sad, but builds in my chest like road trip views where you get surprised by a great landscape after the same sad thing miles and miles. Just one more hill. Just one more hike, one more mile, until you’re closer. I’m closer.

Everyday, I am thankful for those who have loved me, and who have allowed me to love them, even if it wasn’t enough for either of us in the long run. Because I’m learning to love myself more, and more. Learning to call myself out on my bullshit. Learning that exciting things happen every day, that I can make exciting things happen, worthwhile things.  

That one day, doesn’t matter how soon, all these memories, all this growth will mean a more successful relationship with another extraordinary person. With my extraordinary person. Who will grow with me. That will take me as I am, a person capable of greatness, even if that greatness is just great according to each of us, and the small things I do to affect others positively. 

I just have to breathe in, make several small movements that turn into larger ones, exhale, then do it all over again. 

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Thank you so much for all the nice feedback, tagged photos, and stories. The people from the studyblr community have become such a huge part of my life this year and I’m so glad that I’ve gotten to know more of you. I’m proud of the person you’ve become and I wish you all happiness and success. I’ll continue to root for all of you this 2017!

As my token of gratitude, here are the last set of printables I’m releasing this year!

Year at a Glance
black and white / colored

Monthly Calendars
Yes! It’s the whole set and you now have bigger spaces to write in everything you need! You can also choose from two options: week starts on a sunday / week starts on a monday

A tagged snapshot of your computer, phone, or study space using these freebies will be very much appreciated. (Use #thearialligraphyproject or #arialligraphy!) 😊

I’ll see you all on January 5th for the third post under the Plan and Play series!

Love,
Ariadne

Are you filming me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Can you do one where y/n is driving and Shawn is in the car too and another driver did something and y/n was just angry and swearing and Shawn laughs and records her. I find this really funny.

Authors note: I laughed while writing this and if no one else finds this funny I need to get my humor checked bahah

Requested: yess


“Did you see that?” I exclaim, turning to look over my shoulder for a split second, my expression one of utter disbelief.

“What hun?” Shawn murmurs, looking up from his phone.

“That cow just came out right in front of me!” I clench the wheel between my fingertips angrily. 

“An actual cow or?” Shawn smirks and I shoot him a glare.

“A driver Shawn,” I mutter.

“And now she’s driving like 40 under the freaking speed limit!” my voice raises and I can feel the anger churning in my stomach. “Can I honk her? Shawn, let me honk her… please!” I beg him, looking at him quickly and he’s grinning, eyes alight with happiness.

“Baby, don’t you dare,”

“I’m going to honk her,” the car stops and I press on the break quickly, jolting us forward in our seats.

“DON’T JUST STOP!” I press hard on the horn, anger written all over my face.

Shawn’s cackling beside me, struggling to get air in his lungs.

“What the fuck is she doing, no no no, don’t put on your indicator- fuck she put on her indicator,” I bite my lip, turning my indicator on as well.

“If she’s going to the same place we are, I’m going to flipping loose it,”

“I think you’ve already lost it Y/n,” Shawn gasps. Out of the corner of my eye I see him raising his phone up.

“Are you filming me? Wait, yes- film this… this monstrosity,” I gesture to the car in front of me that’s slowly starting to move into the middle of the road.

“She’s going to get her self killed, and then, she’s going to get us killed,” I say, one hand raising to tug my seat belt tighter. 

“I believe in your driving skills baby,” Shawn chuckles.

“Not the time to laugh Shawn, have you been to church lately?” 

“No,”

“I would get worried, we’re about to be seeing God soon,”

His laugh fills the car and I can’t help but crack a smile until the car stops again. I slam my hand on the horn.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The red mazda slowly swings around until it’s completed a U turn.

“It’s doing a U turn! Yes Shawn this is what we’ve been waiting for!” The car passes us and I turn to stare at the driver, an older lady in her mid 50′s behind the wheel. She smiles at me and I put on a fake smile back.

“What an idiot,” I say, the smile stays plastered on my face until she’s gone, Shawn currently still laughing as I put my foot on the gas, speeding up to the correct speed until the car is a speck in the rear view mirror.

“Well Shawn,” I turn to him and he smirks at me.

“Yes Y/n,” 

“What we did just there, that was what you call cheating death,”

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Fandom: Skam
Ship: Chris x Eva
Summary: Eva goes to Noora for advice. 
ao3

“I think Chris just asked me to be his girlfriend.”     

In retrospect, Eva probably could have led with hello or what’s up before bursting into Noora’s bedroom with that particular news bulletin. In hindsight, she probably should have waited until she’d actually opened the door and crossed the threshold. And she should maybe (definitely) have knocked first.

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Calling It Quits. - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by livvy1800

A/N - Another Angsty one, unfortunately not so happy endings here. But I do enjoy Angst requests considering I find it my weakest spot. Thanks for the request @the-craziestone - I hope you enjoy it! Any requests or ideas you may have please feel free to comment or PM me.

Bucky x Reader - You know where he’s been. You know the smell of that perfume, the kiss marks he’s forgotten to hide on his neck. You have pretended for too long now. You’ve had enough.


Warnings: Just sad angst really.

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