my thing finally came in the mail

okay so usually thoughts i get at night dont tend to turn into any sort of urge but ive waited long enough

why has no one

I MEAN????







Let’s see what’s this? @myrobotlandlord

Hmm why does it feel so ….. light?

Awwww this is cute

wait…… if this is what I think it is ……

why is it light?






You think you’re so funny don’t ya!

Freaking trying to scare me, is that my punishment after you left me in Judgment hall for a month until I beat you?! I reseted before I enter the King’s hall. I never went through it SANS!!

So yeah, guess what came in today! I was worry when I got this in the mail cause that hole was there and I got scared that it was a empty letter. But he was stuck.

Thanks @myrobotlandlord I love him and has finally arrived after that whole thing X3

I’m suffering internally right now because I know my copy of that choose your own adventure GF book finally came in the mail today but I also know that if I actually go get it there’s nothing to stop me from binge reading it instead of finishing my lab report like a mature nineteen year old adult who SHOULD have better things to do than reading a kid’s book

@ninotchka92 - Sure, tumblr keeps saying it posted my reply to your ask, but it’s not showing so I’ll use your comment instead:

In Dahmer Detective it’s pretty vague, almost exactly as I had described it. In short, Detectives Murphy and Kennedy joke that Dahmer has some fan mail and hands him the letters. Jeff picks one up and opens it, and “a photograph of a young woman, early thirties, with long brown hair and posed in a rather seductive position fell to the floor.” Kennedy says she’s kind of attractive, picks it up, and gives it back to Jeff. The letter says she wants to talk with him and she’s been following his case nonstop and found Jeff fascinating. “Dahmer put the letter down and looked at us in disbelief.” They continued looking through the letters, it was more of the same types of letters, in addition to interview inquiries, and an older lady offering to pay for his defense.

However: Jeff said later, shaking his head in disbelief, after receiving more ‘fan mail’ - “I thought that when my deeds finally came out I would be vilified, but these people want to be my friend. I don’t get it.”

In other books, notably Dark Journey Deep Grace, Jeff tells his minister he doesn’t like receiving those sorts of things, despite being gay and having no attraction to the women themselves, the sexual nature of them bothered him because it reminded him of his crimes.

Interestingly, if you’ve read any of his correspondence with the infamous “beautiful Mary”, you know that Jeff still wrote to women and accepted at least some of their photos, for whatever reason.

Censored for the kiddly winks!
  • Me: My pens finally came in the mail!
  • Blu(Group chat): I thought that said your p***s came in the mail.
  • Me: Ah yes, because I ordered the male reproductive organ on Amazon and have been waiting for it for 3 days. Gj Blu.
  • -Things that Ive said that make no sense #213 [Tags]
Friday Night (Bucky x Reader)

Request: None! I haven’t updated a non-angsty imagine in a while so I figured I would treat you all. Also this may have been inspired by an episode of Raising Hope

Words: 2,333

Warnings: Spiders?

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1 

I’m binge watching Walking Dead and I’ve made it to season 3 in three days, I’m not at all ashamed by it. Also Daryl is hot and I want to kiss him repeatedly. 

It was your typical boring Friday night. Nothing exciting was happening around the tower, some were out on small missions and if they weren’t out on missions, they were in sweats and netflixing the night away. 

You were amongst the group of non-missioners. In fact you hadn’t been out on a mission in a few weeks, due to medical reasons. You would love to say that you got hurt by doing something heroic and awesome, but sadly that was not the case. 

Six weeks ago, on a rainy Tuesday night you were taking the trash out to the dumpsters behind the tower. Those dumpsters were filled high with all of Tony’s shit that he couldn’t find a use for, they were more like Tony’s personal dumpsters than the whole towers. 

You were in your pajamas and your panda slippers, keeping in mind those panda slippers were the most slippery slippers you owned. You slid throughout every room of the tower whenever you wore them, but you loved them nonetheless. 

The storm had died down quite a bit at the time you took out the trash, and it was only lightly sprinkling, however the ground was slippery and wet. There were huge puddles everywhere and you had to be careful not to step in one. 

You were staring down at the ground and tiptoeing towards the large dumpsters only a few feet away from you when you saw it. It was large, black and hairy. It looked like it could take up the size of your palm and it was only mere inches away from your foot. 

You gasped and tried to back up from it and go a different route to get to the dumpsters, even if it meant lightly stepping into a puddle. Your slippers slid on the slick ground beneath you and pulled your feet out from under you. Before you went slamming onto the ground, your left leg ending up in a not so good angle under your ass.

The trash bag that was gripped tightly in your left hand went swinging down and landed hard on one of your eyes. You let out a shriek and you were in too much of a shock to realize the amount of pain surging up and down your left leg. 

You tried scooting backwards back towards the door you came out of, but when you got close enough to try to open it from the ground, Sam decided to swing it open and come see what was taking you so long. 

You ended up with a fractured leg, black eye, bruised ass and a concussion. 

It was not your proudest moment, but the spider was huge. What were you supposed to do? Step on it and risk it jumping on you? Or worse, come back to life and crawl into your mouth while you were sleeping? The hell with that.

“Have you seen Bucky?” You passed Vision and Wanda together in the halls, Wanda was blushing and Vision seemed nervous. They were like a couple of teenage sweethearts, you loved them together. 

“He is in the family room, Miss Y/n.” Vision nodded towards you and offered a small smile. You knew that Wanda was working with him on acting less as a computer and more of a human. 

“Thanks,” You winked at Wanda and her blush darkened. “You two lovebirds have fun.”

“You go have fun with Bucky, you two are the real lovebirds.” Wanda looked over her shoulder at you once you had already passed them, your panda slippers slipping and sliding slightly every time you turned. 

You and Bucky had started dating six months ago. It took long enough for you two to actually start dating, Tony pretended to go on a couple dates with you to make Bucky jealous. So Bucky pretended to go on a couple dates with Nat to make you jealous. Bucky didn’t know that you dating Tony was fake and you didn’t know that him dating Nat was fake.

You started flaunting off your relationship with Steve around Bucky, Steve was your best friend. The two of you were tight and even had a tradition to go on a romantic dinner once a month even though you both were disgusted at the idea of dating each other. You were friends, not anything else. 

So Bucky became really close with Wanda, developing the same type of close relationship you had with Steve. 

After months of torturing each other, Bucky finally asked you out a date. It was the night of a huge snow storm and you had decided to go get ice cream, because you were out. It logically didn’t make sense to risk going out in a snow storm to get ice cream, but you didn’t care. 

You were fumbling with your keys and by the time you finally got your car door open, it was slammed shut by Bucky’s hand. He went on to give you the most perfect speech about how much he loved you and how you probably didn’t feel the same way, but you cut him off with the most electrifying kiss. 

It was everything you ever imagined it to be. Shivers ran up and down your arms and spine, but it wasn’t from the bitter cold. Your legs felt weak and at one point you used Bucky as a support for yourself. His arms were wrapped so tightly around you, and your hands clutched onto his jacket, pulling him closer. 

The snow was the cherry on top. It was sort of a cliche, but you loved a good romance story. 

But then your lips got frozen together and Steve had to help break the two of you apart; literally

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Covenant CCS-class battlecruiser - Truth and Reconciliation replica from Halo: Combat Evolved

Photoset 01

Photoset 02 - [HERE]

My Covi ship replica finally came in the mail a couple weeks ago (at my boyfriend’s place), and here are some of the pictures he took of it for me.

I’m so excited about this piece. I adore space ship designs and most of the Covenant vehicles/ships and it’s not too often my favs are made into replicas like this. I absolutely love this thing and can’t wait to see it in real life + hope they continue to bring out more Covenant ship replicas (fingers crossed for the Prophet of Regret’s flagship from Halo 2).

It appears to be made out of diecast, but couldn’t find any official information on the box nor website.

The Magical Mermaids and Dolphins Oracle Cards finally came (after being lost in the mail and Chapters sending me a replacement).

Basically it feels more “adult” than the unicorns deck.

But it’s also “Oracle of the Mermaids Jr.” (I love the Oracle of the Mermaids it’s my self care deck).

I wonder if Lucy Cavendish or Selina Fenech (or whoever was in charge of the design for the Oracle of the Mermaids) has this deck because it does a similar thing with the borders being different colours and even uses a similar colour scheme.

The cards are the same size as all of DV’s decks but the stock feels less slippery. No gilded edges, which is a shame because silver edges on this deck would be awesome (it’s an older deck so I’m guessing her first few decks didn’t have it).


I posted the original design for this Winter Soldier/Black Widow shirt not too long ago, aaaaand I finally got the quality check shirt (i. e. the how-bad-did-I-screw-this-up shirt) in the mail today.  Verdict?  Ain’t bad at all, all things considered!  Fixed the design to work on dark OR light shirts without Bucky’s gun and part of Natasha’s hand getting lost into the ether.  My only real gripe is that the colors are muted, but Redbubble’s colors don’t have enough reach to get that zingy red.  

Check the last pic for what this thing came out looking like!  I didn’t do any color or contrast adjustment; the shine on the black portions is just because I had a light source directly overhead to get a crisp picture.

So, if you really want to…

You can buy it here.

“Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?”   ―Donna Tartt


I know Harry’s not the one who wrote ‘Infinity’, but it’s Imagine Night so everything is possible.

By the way, this is a continuation to Drunk People Make Promises Sober People Can’t Keep

He wrote the first verse after the Billboard Music Awards.

I was there for you

All I ever wanted was the truth


He came up with it when he was standing on the stage, trying so hard not to look at them, feeling some way, somehow betrayed.


He had certain doubts about their friendship ever since there was someone new in her life, but when he texted her a week before the show to ask if everything was okay and she said that it was, he believed her.


Maybe it was his fault, because he should have sensed something was wrong when she didn’t laugh at his Out Of The Woods reference and to his ‘Are we still in the clear?’ answered with a simple ‘Of course’.


The next verse he wrote when he was sitting in his hotel room, while Niall and Louis were on the afterparty she organised.


Of course he got his invitation, but some way, somehow it came on the day of the BMA’s from a slightly surprised Ed, who was sure Taylor had sent him the memo.


As his phone buzzed and pictures of Taylor, Calvin, Niall, Louis and Ed appeared on the display, the verse was created in his mind.


And now I’m one step closer to being

Two steps far from you


The same night, he wrote one more.


His cold was not letting him sleep, he was having shivering fits every five minutes, his throat was burning and he couldn’t really get warm, no matter how many layers were covering him.


He couldn’t stop himself from thinking how much he would want Taylor to be by his side.


But she was with someone else.


How many nights have you wished someone would stay?

Lay awake only hoping they’re okay

For a week the lyrics stayed untouched, because his cold was gone and so was the unexpected moment of weakness.


There was no longing, no feeling of being left out, no anything.


He was his old self again.


But then there came that one night when after few beers a few shots he saw, thanks to Niall creeping through Taylor’s fans’ instagram accounts, Taylor mouthing ‘I love you’ to Calvin while performing Out Of The Woods


Maybe it was the alcohol burning in his veins, or maybe it was the fact that even their songs weren’t exactly theirs anymore, but it was then that he realized that her love left on his heart a nasty gash. One of those which took forever to heal and when they finally did they left a scar that made it just impossible to forget.


How many nights does it take to count the stars?

That’s the time it would take to fix my heart

It took him three drunk nights to finish the song and one sober day to gather courage to show it to the other lads.


When he told them he wouldn’t like people to know was the one who wrote the song, he knew they understood. 


He was very glad they remained silently supportive, especially now when it struck him how perfectly the lyrics fit to their current situation.


It was as if he had written the entire song, after his wounds got reopened a week ago, when Taylor drunk-stumbled her way to his house and to his heart.


Maybe part of him sensed what was going to happen, because they fell straight into a vicious circle of heartbreak and couldn’t get out of it.

Or maybe it was just a coincidence, anyway he still had to do one thing, he wasn’t sure he felt like doing.


It wouldn’t be crystal clear for the public eye who the song was about, especially if  someone else’s name was put below it, but he knew Taylor would figure it out within seconds.


After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he wrote her a song with the words she spoke.


Even though, she made it clear they were a closed chapter ( to which both of them came back to whenever they were drunk and alone) he knew she still had to hear the song before everyone else did.


If not because of the feelings he had for her, then because of the mutual respect they always had for each other.


When he was sending her the file, Harry started wondering how stressful it must’ve been for her to write an entire album about them and then have him listen to it and see his reaction live.


Taylor handled it definitely better than he did.


It took him an hour to figure out what was the right thing to write in an e-mail like this, but he finally came up with something that seemed to be at least a mediocre option.


His heart stopped beating for a second when he hit the send button, but when that second passed Harry felt relieved.


Now all he had to do was wait.




‘Adam, my cupcakes don’t like waiting. Hurry up!’ Taylor exclaimed,her voice echoing in her apartment.


When no response came, she decided she was done waiting and took one perfectly pink and glittered cupcaked.


Just as she took the first bite her phone beeped, slightly ruining the moment for her.


Still chewing passionately on the litte wonder she had made, Taylor took the phone and opened her mailbox to see who was rude enough to disturb her eating process.




The cupcake fell from her hands, sloshing on the floor while Taylor stared at her phone unable to do a thing.


Suddenly she wasn’t at her apartment anymore, but in Harry’s house, she wasn’t standing in her kitchen, but sitting on his couch, holding onto him for dear life.

His soft, but hungry lips on her own, his burning fingertips travelling down her body. 

She had to pinch herself to bring her mind back to New York.


Taylor hesitated before clicking on the message, but the when she noticed there was a file attached to it, she couldn’t wait anymore.


I thought you should hear it before everyone else does.

And I wrote it before last week.

All the love,



She read every word carefully, shutting her eyes for a second when the memories of last week came back to her, feeling fear building up in her. Not because she was afraid he’d written something bad about her, she knew he would never do that, but because she knew listening to his song would be much harder than performing her own and lately she wasn’t handling the latter one well.


But Harry sent it to her, so she had to listen.


She quickly went to her bedroom and found a pair of headphones. She took three deep breaths before pressing play and it was good decision, because ever since she heard the lyrics all her lungs were able to produce was a strangled gasp.


‘Oh god’ a silent whisper was all she could say when the song ended leaving her in complete silence.


‘Oh my god’ she repeated, suddenly feeling dizzy.


As she sat dwon,a caleidoscope of memories invaded her head, like her mind was desperately trying to match the lyrics with events in their lives.


She didn’t know if the moments she was thinking of matched the ones in Harry’s head, but one thing she was sure of, his feeling matched her own.


There were so many nights she had wished he stayed with her years ago.


There were so many times she laid awake hoping he was okay.


There were so many moments when she felt like she was frozen, but the world was still turning.


And there wasn’t a moment when she didn’t feel like it would take infinity to fix her broken heart.


‘Harry, what have we done to each other?’


Taylor’s question to herself was drown out by Adam’s knocking on the bedroom door.


‘Oh hey, you finally decide to join me’ Taylor forced a smile on her face, trying to shake off the wave of memories and emotions that had washed over her.


‘Yeah I did and… Did something happen?’ Adam stroke his thumb over her cheek, wiping off a tear she had no idea had fallen.


‘I couldn’t wait anymore and I ate a cupcake and it was burning hot and let’s just say it didn’t end well’ Taylor lied when she remembered there was still a sloshed cupcake on the kitchen floor ‘Typical me’


‘You’re still my favorite baker, though’ Adam said, taking her hand and helping her stand up, while all Taylor could do was think of someone she used call her favorite baker.

He was right, it would take infnity to get their hearts fixed.