no laptop of my own

just a couple of old guys killing time

your little moon face, shining bright at me // coffeeshop au // open mics

Hᴏᴡ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ
Yᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ғᴀᴄᴇ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ
Oɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ sᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ.”  

 - two coffins 

Hiveswap  Review (Spoiler)

We’ve been waiting an awfully long time for the Homestuck Adventure Game. First kickstarted in 2012, it’s gone through a troubled development cycle between 3 studios and…. yeah, you get the drift. Even in its final form, Hiveswap has gone through numerous unexplained delays (most infamously the last minute January Launch Month delay), and the development team for it had been very tight-hush until the end of August when a final release date of September 14th was announced. 

Now that Hiveswap is out, we’re able to see for ourselves what the development team has been working on. Does it hold up to expectations? Does it make up for the hard delays and extremely concerning lack of communication? 

Those are answers you can only decide for yourselves. What I will say, however, is this: Hiveswap is a charming and visually stunning introduction to the Homestuck world, that combines only the best of Homestuck’s humor with a new calmer, more curious and coherent setting.

It’s a shame, then, that the content of Act 1 isn’t a little bit longer. However, the gimmick of combining any item with each other and getting a new description will draw out the length for any lore completionists.

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Spirit of place - who do you share your space with?

According to a common definition, animism is the belief that ‘everything has spirit’. You hear people talk about 'the spirit of the tree’ or 'the spirit of the river’.

This might make it sound as though animists believe that there is a spirit entity attached to, say, a tree, that is somehow separate. An inhabitant of the spirit world that looks after the tree.

That’s not how I see it. The spirit of a tree is the deepest reality of the tree itself. It reveals itself in the shape of its branches, in its flowers and fruits. It is the tree in all its aliveness, connected to the soil that holds it and the air that feeds it.

The spirit of the tree is also part of the spirit of the place where it grows. Each locality is filled with spirit, which is made up of the life and presence of everything there.

If the tree is old, if it has shared in the life of that place for a long time, it may have become a guardian. Its spirit will be very noticeable as part of the spirit of place, like a repeating melody in a piece of music, or a dominant colour in a painting.

But everything there, from the tiniest pebble to the quality of the light, contributes to the spirit of the place. It all sings together of the magic of life as it expresses itself in that particular place.

The room you are in right now has its own spirit. If it is your room, your own spirit will have created much of it, choosing objects and furniture according to your taste and personality.

Each of those objects, the materials they are made of, the fabric of the building and its history also contribute to the spirit of your room.

I am writing this in the tiny flat we have made in our house while it is being renovated. Fire is burning in the wood stove. Some washing is drying next to it. The oven is cooking our dinner. My husband is doing something on his own laptop. This is the house he grew up in, and we are still living with some of the furnishings his parents left behind. The spirit of this room has many stories to tell.

What spirits are sharing your space right now? How do they combine to make up the spirit of the place? How can you acknowledge them?

(picture from pixabay.com)

don’t you just love it when you use the tumblr mobile app one (1) time and it just randomly… *clenches fist* follows some blog about something that you’ve never even heard of, creates two sideblogs, unfollows three mutuals, and has probably sold your soul to someone in exchange for a bag of doritos

terezi: vriska stop being mean to people on the internet for five seconds and come help me with this!!
vriska, snapping laptop closed: this blatant lesbophobia… and from my own wife……..

Original #13: I Didn’t Mean To Kill Stan

Length: Short

Note: This story includes sensitive adult themes. 

I really didn’t. Why would I? Stan was my best mate. We’d been friends since high school.

I hadn’t meant to kill him. I just wanted him to shut up. All I did was tap him on the head with my hockey stick, for crying out loud. And then down he went, making a mess along the way. Crashing into stuff, grabbing onto furniture. Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to clean up all that blood?

Anyway, like I said. Stan was my man. He was my homie, my bromie, my Steve Buscemi. I trusted him with my life. But just now, when I left my room to get a drink, I come back and what the hell do I see? Stan was messing around my laptop. Just clicking on shit and looking at my personal stuff. So right there, it was clear that Stan was in the wrong.

And then what happens? He goes absolutely insane. He starts yelling and calling me names and demanding explanations about some pictures I got on my laptop. In my own house! I tell him to calm down but he wasn’t having any of it. So I did what I gotta do. I shut him up. Maybe a tad too enthusiastically, but it was an honest mistake. Killing him, I mean.

I know what you’re wondering about right now. What pictures?

I’ll come clean, alright? They were pictures of Stan’s sister, Stephanie.  

But, look – it’s not weird. I’m dating her. I’m her boyfriend. So naturally, I’m going to have some pictures of her in my laptop. But Stan doesn’t understand. He’s a great guy, but we don’t see eye to eye on some things. Like Steph.

I first met Steph a year ago. I was at Stan’s crib, just hanging and chatting when this absolute babe walked past the living room. I mean, she was so sexy. Va-va-vroom and all that. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, she had such an air of confidence that impressed me right away.

I knew I had to have her.

But I knew I had to take it slow. I had to gain her trust. Turn on the charm, make her fall back in love with me. So that was exactly what I did. Whenever I was at Stan’s place, I would drop in to Steph’s room and say hello. Gradually she become more comfortable around me, and our conversations grew longer. I learned about her hobbies, her favorite music, her favorite TV shows, and all that.

I also learned that she loved ice-cream. So on our very first date, I brought her out to this really classy ice cream parlour downtown. Bought her her favorite flavour – chocolate chip, in case you’re wondering. After that, we went to the theatre and watched this movie that she had really been looking forward to. It was a great date.

But here’s the thing about Steph. She’s a lovely lady, but she’s very conservative. She doesn’t like, shall I say, the hanky panky business that relationships usually entail. I tried to cop a feel one time on one of our dates and she didn’t go for that at all. Said she wasn’t comfortable.

Here’s what you gotta know about me. I’m a gentleman. If my lady is no ready, then I’ll do the waity. I respected her preferences and our dates remained purely verbal. No tactile movements at all.

But here’s another thing you gotta know about me. I’m a dude. I have needs and desires. So if my lady wasn’t gonna give me action, I gotta get them from somewhere else. But I didn’t wanna cheat on Steph too, so I couldn’t go messing around with other girls.

So I compromised. I went to the hardware store and bought a couple of surveillance cameras. You know, the sort that you can hide in corners and on top shelves to watch people. And they were the good kinds, too. With a click of a button from my laptop, I could take pictures from the livestreaming videos. What can I say? Only the best for my lady. Then one day while Steph was using the loo, I installed them in her room. Easy peasy. One on the top shelf facing her bed, and one on another shelf, facing her closet.

It was all going great. I had tons of fantastic pictures and videos of Steph.

And then Stan had to step in. Almost threw a wrench in my plans, what with all the yelling and hollering. Luckily, there was no one else in my house. I would have hated to remove the cameras from Steph’s room!

So anyway, that’s that. I just wanted to get this off my chest. Stan thought that I’m a bad guy, but I really am not. I truly, truly, love Stephanie from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of Steph, I really should get going. This entire thing with Stan almost threw my A-game off. I’d almost forgotten that we’ve got tickets to go see Steph’s third grade dance recital. I would have hated to miss that!

anonymous asked:

Hey how would the lords react to mc accidentally hurting herself in the kitchen?

Hey nonnie~! I’m sorry I took so long with this I FINALLY HAD THE TIME TO WRITE IT AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT (◕▿◕✿) *goesbacktohidingundermybed*


Nobunaga would rush to MC’s side and scold her as he makes sure that she rests for the rest of the day. “You little fool, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful!” He doesn’t leave her side and gives her some konpeitō whenever he notices her wincing in pain. He attempted to cook some food for MC while she’s in bed, but he denies it and tells her that the maids made it.

Mitsuhide’s composure would shift, his mind would be distracted all throughout the day. He can’t leave Nobunaga’s side because of the various meetings going on, but he makes sure to visit her between each and every one. When he was finally free he remained by her side all the time. He would caress her cheek, stroke her hair and hold her hand while she’s sleeping. He wouldn’t scold her, but he tells her to be careful the next time. “Please be careful MC. I don’t want your hands to let go of mine.

Yukimura would freak out. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he stop the bleeding? Take her to the doctor’s office? Or treat the cut on MC’s hand himself. He decided to trusts his instincts and wash the blood away while wrapping a cloth around her hand, “H-here MC, this would stop the bleeding for now.” However, what he didn’t expect is MC wincing in pain when he tightened the cloth around the cut, “W-we’re going to the doctor right now!” He would say as he picks her up and rushes straight away to the nearest doctor office.

Saizo would sigh as he peeks at MC from behind, “How many times did I tell you to be careful, huh?” He would calmly look at her cut and disinfect it. He doesn’t waste anytime with unnecessary things and treats her immediately. Even though many people would say his eyes looked cold while treating her, his hand and touch were the most gentle. He then carried MC teasingly in his arms and took her to his room, “100 dango.” Saizo looked at her with a straight face as he laid her down on the bedding, “H-huh?” MC didn’t understand him at first, “100 dango as a payment.” Giggling, MC nodded to him. She knew that he had his own ways of making her feel better.

Masamune would have a similar reaction to Yukimura, however, he’d be much more composed on the outside compared to him. His worry might not show much on his face but his eyes reveal his deepest secrets. Seeing MC cry for the first in a long while shooked him. “M-MC..!” He let go of everything and gave his full attention to her, “Show me where it hurts.” He looks at her with the most worried and caring eyes there will ever be. His fingers would gently wipe her tears away and treat her injury. After that, he would wrap his coat around her and stroke her back while whispering words of comfort to her.

Kojuro would rush to MC’s side as soon as he hear her cries of pain, “MC! What happened? let me see.” He’s a mix of calm and shooked. He’d hold her hand and do what he can to ease the pain. Taking a wet cloth he’d press it to her palm and wipe the blood away. Thankfully, the cut wasn’t deep, but it was deep enough to make her bleed for a few minutes. After treating her injury, He’d pull her against his chest and whisper softly against her neck, “Never scare me like that, Precious girl.

Beach Day

Hello, Love bugs.

Dan X Reader

Warnings- smut.

YOOOOOOOOO ok so I was on IG and I saw a pic of dan and phil in swim shorts and thought of this: reader and one of the boys (doesn’t matter) go to the beach, and when reader takes off their clothes so they’re in their bathing suit, one of the boys gets really turned on and they start to not-so-subtly check the reader out/flirt with them, then eventually smut (if you want!!) thank - Anon


California became your happy place with Dan. It had become a little tradition for the two of you to go on a little beach excursion after VidCon was over. Once the boys did all the collab’s they wanted to do with other YouTubers Phil would fly home to London while yourself and Dan rented a beach house on the water for a couple of days as a treat for just the two of you. A little get away to recharge after the craziness of meeting a ton of people and talking YouTube non-stop for four days straight. You were pulled from your thoughts as the car came to a halt in front of a cute little blue house. Getting out of the car you met the driver at the trunk to retrieve your suitcase from him. He gave you a smile and a little wave as you turned and headed towards the front door.  You followed behind Dan as he had drug his suitcase behind him to your new home for the next couple of days.

Once inside you closed the door then turned to find Dan behind you reaching his hands to grab at your waist. You gave a giggle as he pulled you towards him. “Well, hello Mr.Howell.”

“Hello, Y/N. We are officially alone.” Dan Said as you rested your arms on his shoulders.

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BOLD WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT YOU –– tagged by my beautiful bubba @pinayrps

  • I am a cuddler.
  • I am a morning person.
  • I am an only child.
  • I am currently in my pyjamas.
  • I am currently pregnant.
  • I am left handed.
  • l am right handed.
  • I am ambidextrous.
  • I am a little shy around another gender.
  • I bite my nails.
  • I can be paranoid at times.
  • I enjoy country music.
  • I enjoy smoothies.
  • I enjoy talking on the phone.
  • I have a car.
  • I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
  • I have a hidden talent.
  • I have a pet.
  • I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” person.
  • I have all my grandparents.
  • I have been to another country.
  • I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
  • I have caller I.D. on my phone.
  • I have bathed someone.
  • I have changed a diaper.
  • I have changed a lot over the past year.
  • I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
  • I have had major/minor surgery.
  • I have had my hair cut within the last week.
  • I have mood swings.
  • I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
  • I have rejected someone before.
  • I like the taste of blood.
  • I love Michael Jackson.
  • I love sleeping.
  • I love to shop. (online at least…)
  • I own 100 CDs or more.
  • I own and use a library card.
  • I read books for pleasure in my spare time.
  • I sleep a lot during the day.
  • I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
  • I work at a job that I enjoy.
  • I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
  • I am wearing socks.
  • I am tired.
  • I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month

I have/had:

  • Finished college.
  • Smoked cigarettes.
  • Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
  • Collected something really stupid.
  • Gone to a concert.
  • Helped someone.
  • Spun turn tables.
  • Watched four movies in one night.
  • Been broken up with.
  • Taken a college level course.
  • Been in a car accident.
  • Been in a tornado.
  • Watched someone die.
  • Been to a funeral.
  • Burned yourself.
  • Ran a marathon.
  • Your parents got divorced.
  • Cried yourself to sleep.
  • Spent over $200 in one day.
  • Cheated on someone.
  • Been cheated on.
  • Written a 10 page letter.
  • Have a best friend.
  • Lost someone you loved.
  • Skipped school.
  • Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do.
  • Stolen books from the library.
  • Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
  • Fired a gun.
  • Been in a school play.
  • Been fired from a job.
  • Taken a lie detector test.
  • Swam with dolphins.
  • Attempted suicide.
  • Written poetry.
  • Read more than 20 books a year.
  • Gone to Europe.
  • Loved someone you couldn’t have.
  • Used a colouring book over age 12.
  • Had surgery.
  • Had stitches.
  • Taken a taxi.
  • Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
  • Had a hamster.
  • Dyed your hair.
  • Had something pierced.
  • Gotten straight A’s.
  • Been handcuffed.

My hair is naturally the color:

  • Light brown
  • Medium brown
  • Dark brown
  • Blonde
  • Black
  • Dirty blonde
  • Strawberry blonde
  • Multicoloured
  • Red

My eyes are:

  • Brown
  • Dark Brown
  • Blue
  • Green
  • Hazel
  • Light brown
  • A combination of things
  • Ice Blue
  • Grey

People sometimes label me as:

  • Slut
  • Girly
  • Ugly
  • Nerd
  • Other

Some of my biggest fears are:

  • Spiders/other insects
  • Slimy things
  • Dying
  • Doctor/Dentist appointments
  • Hospitals
  • Needles
  • Diseases
  • Being alone in the dark
  • Heights
  • Small spaces
  • Oceans/large bodies of water
  • Holes
  • Large animals
  • Small animals
  • Open spaces
  • Lightning
  • Tornadoes

I have:

  • A friend with benefits
  • A laptop in my room
  • A television in my room
  • Good grades
  • My own car
  • Married parents

and i tag but do not force @becamitchclls @kar-leerps @elizataylrs @emmyrossmm @vitanirps @evi-writes and whoever sees this and wants to do it.