not actually a stick poke

impulse stick n poke checklist

random needle u found in a drawer

2 yr old india ink

towel u used to clean up coffee earlier

cup of water thats been on ur desk for 2 days

overwhelming self destructive tendencies accomponied by the lack of a will to live and the compulsive need to drastically change ur appearence in order to feel like ur at least mildly in control of ur life

a pen

ur all set!! have fun making questionable life choices

What it's like to have a colonoscopy

For many, the concept of a colonoscopy is hilariously degrading. My husband’s best friend had one once before we knew each other, and they loved to joke about the personally violating anal probe. I don’t even know where to start with them on that, but I’d bet you could ask Joe now about colonoscopies and his opinion would be a little bit less humorous. You know, I’m inclined to laugh about it, but not in a South Park-aliens-anal-probe kind of way. I’ll put the rest of this blog, including the results and “what this means” under the link below. 

My intention is to make others feel comfortable with the concept of a colonoscopy. I’ve had four to date, and they want people with my age and condition to have one every year. If anyone comes across this on Tumblr, feel free to send me a message with questions.

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A bodyguard AU no one asked for. Probably.

(Young characters are aged up to about 17/18. A surprise for @diisco–girl cause i’ve seen that she wanted a bodyguard au at somepoint.)

Pacifica Northwest had questioned many decisions her parents had made over the years, but none more than their ‘smart’ idea of hiring a body guard for her. She had protested that she didn’t need one, that no one would dare attack the only daughter of the Northwest family, but her father refused to listen. He said that because Gravity Falls was getting weirder, he had to protect his assets from anything untoward. That included her. She grumbled about it for hours before she stopped fighting it. But when the person they had hired showed up at their manor, she was astounded. He was her own age, a scrawny wimp of a boy. Furthermore she was positive there were actual sticks poking out of his messy brown hair.


“Pacifica darling..”

“No. You can’t be serious. He’s supposed to protect me?” Pacifica cried out, and begun to list his apparent faults. “I’m not sure he could protect me from a fly.” They boy took the insults thrown at him without flinching, and simply smiled at Pacifica and bowed slightly.

“So you are the illustrious daughter I am to protect. I see the rumors of your elegance do not do you justice.” She felt her cheeks redden in indignation before huffing, turning her nose up at the boy. She could barely believe that this commoner had the audacity to be rude to her. He had to go.

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another one of a kind zine made for a beautiful pal! i made this collage zine for Jonnine for their birthday. their actual present is the stick & poke tattoo design of ‘mulder it’s me’ that i’m going to give them… i just got a bit carried away presenting the designs i’d done lol.

copies of this aren’t for sale, but you can shop my other zines in my etsy store!

♡♡♡ Gemma Flack on Etsy ♡♡♡

anonymous asked:

Have you considered putting the tag directly on the surface of the blanket? The one that isn't folded is definitely best between the two you posted, but I love it when tags are actually on the blanket so they don't stick out and poke at me.

I thought about it, but wouldn’t the seams on the other side look kinda weird ? With this at least there’s no extra seam, it’s just tucked into a corner seam … What do you think ? :)

- Sister Cat


Mabel’s Guide to Vampire Boyfriends: Is he to un-die for? feat. Lil Gideon

Yikes! leave this creep in the crypt where you found him. Or poke him with a stick.


Requested: yuss

Author: Beth ^-^

Smut: nahh

Word Count: 1473

A/N: So I didn’t know if you wanted like an ACTUAL stick and poke tattoo imagine or just one of you giving Michael an actual tattoo but in the style of a stick and poke (a small tattoo) so I went with the second option bc home tattoo"s are like really dangerous and can cause serious harm if you don’t get them done correctly… sorry for that lil lesson, read and enjoyyyy ^-^


The sound of the bell ringing from just above the large glass door shocked me out of my day dreaming state. I looked up, only to see 4 very attractive boys wandering into the shop, none of them with any tattoo’s visible. “This is my chance to start up converstion” I thought to myself. Clearing my throat loudly caught their attention easily. “Ink virgins?” I questioned, leaning forward so both of my sleeved arms where on show.

“Nah” One of then chuckled, making his way over to the desk infront of me. “Just none on show at the moment, I have an appointment with Y/N?” The red haired boy added.

“Well that would be me” I smiled. The 3 other tall boys walked over to stand behind him. “Have you guys got appointments too?”

“Yeah, not until a few weeks from now, Michael just needed a ride” The brunette boy spoke up, before turning to “Michael”. “We’ll get you in the pub around the corner when your done” Michael nodded, smiling as the three boys made their way out of the shop.

“So what we’re you looking to get done today Michael?” I asked, letting my arms, which were littered with tattos, fall down and rest on my hips. “We’ve got huge books of art in that room over there, if you tell me what your looking for roughly, I can show you what one to look threw” I told him with a smile, leading him over to the room across the shop.

“I’m looking for something small and simple just now, nothing major” He told me, walking closley behind me.

“Like stick'n'poke tattoo’s?” I asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Michael’s facial expression changed to one of confusion when I ask him the question. I must’ve been speaking some kind of forgein language… honestly. I rolled my eyes before leading him over to a large book that had been drilled onto the wall. “Stick and Poke tattoo’s are like tiny simple tattoo’s, people in collage, or just plain idiots, usually use needle and ink that they’d make up themselves, so they were LITTERALLY sticking and poking themselves with a needle, to give themselves a really shitty faded tattoo” I explained, opening up the booklet and pointing to a few as I gibbered on.

“Thats exactly it” He told me, smirking cheekily. I smiled, not wanting to admit how incredibly attracted to him I was just yet. That might need to wait a while.

“Well, just let me know when your ready and I’ll be waiting behind the desk” I told him, making my way to the door. I blushed as I walked out, realising how much of a nerd I must’ve sounded. He’ll tell his friends about me being a weirdo and we’ll loose customers… All because I started to like some guy that I didnt even really know.

Michael came out from the small room about 5 minuets later, and with me being me, I had to make it look like I wasnt just sitting there waiting for him. Quickly, I grabbed the nearest thing to me and began to read it, trying to act as natural as possible. Michael cleared his throat and chuckled. “Didnt realise sexy moter bike chicks was your thing…” he chuckled, gesturing to the back front cover of the magazine. My cheeks flushed a tomato red, placing the magazine down slowly before turning my attention to the chuckling boy infront of me. “I’m thinking about 4 stick and poke style tattoos up my forearm in a row… does that make sense?”

I nodded and pulled out a peice of paper to sketch out the design I thought he would like best, and that would suit him best. “What 4 where you thinking of?” I asked, grabbing a pen to jot it down quickly before I moved onto the actual tattoo design. He then went on to tell me which 4 of the small designs’s he was thinking about. A tally mark of the number five, a musical note, a smiley face, and a skull.

I chuckled at the thought of a smiley face and a skull im the same tattoo area… but then again, its his arm and his tattoo, so who am I to judge. “These are pretty easy to draw up so I’ll be like 5 minuets, do you want to come back here and prepair yourself?” I told him more than asking, but I said it in a friendly enough voice so he easily obliged. At least I now knew a tiny bit more about him…

“Can I ask why you chose such a weird combination? I mean, I like it, but it’s just confusing…” I questioned as the tattoo gun peirced threw Michael’s skin to leave the permanent marking. He giggled, looking down at his arm only once before looking back up at me.

“Well, I just wanted things that make me happy” He told me, a cheesy smile plastered on his face. “The happy face, because no matter what mood I’m in, seeing someone smile never fails to make me happy, the musical note because I’m in a band with my 3 best friends, the tally because our bands name is 5 seconds of summer, and the skull, because I’m majorly punk rock, so yeah…” he explained, getting right into his story. “I need these things to make me happy, without them, I’d be nothing, I’d be doing nothing with my life, so, this is just my way of reminding me to stay positive”

I paused for a second, looking up at Michael with wide eyes, byt he wasnt looking at me, he was looking across the shop, but yet he WAS still talking to me, so atleast I was getting some attention. I pulled the tattoo gun away and cleared the excess ink, so as not to ruin the work. All my brain managed to come up with was a simple, “Wow”. Michael stared at me while I continued my work on his arm, making me feel a little more nervous, but a little more at ease at the same time. I felt safe around this man, even though anyone else would have felt threated. With his bold hair colour, his eyebrow peircing and just his over all cocky body language, I would’ve thought he was a massive dick… but he really wasnt… he was different… but I liked it.

The tattoo itself took about 40 minuets. Between me acctually working, we didn’t stop talking, he told me about his family, his band, his life, and I was just fascinated, but normally for a tattoo as simple as this, it would’ve taken about 20. Although, he did keep looking over to the pther side of the shop, where our peircing room was, but it didnt mean anything. He was either just being nosey, or ,like most people, was to nervous to watch his skin being penitrated countless times by a needle. Which, of coarse, with the amount of tattoo’s I have, I could compleatly understand.

“Okay thats us done Mikey” I giggled as I cleared the tattoo one last time. He took one look at it and him face lit up like a child’s would on christmas.

“It’s amazing Y/N oh my god, thank you so much” he beamed, wrapping his non-newly tattooed arm around my neck for a quick hug. I smiled, doing the same to him, but only with both of my arms.

“You’re very welcome” I giggled. “Let’s get this wrapped and and we can see you on your way”

The payment and the last of the paperwork was done within seconds. He just had to sign a couple of papers and answer a couple of questions, so it really wasnt that hard.

“Thats you then Michael” I smiled, as he finished signing the last thing. I felt kind of sad, knowing that id probably only ever see him when he came in for a tattoo, which would be next to never.

“Do you have a peice of paper quickly?” He asked out of the blue. I furrowed my eyebrows but nodded anyway, handing him one of the sticky notes that I had behind the desk. Quickly he scribbled some numbers down along with his name.

I smiled as I realised finnally what he was doing. Maybe this would be his way of trying to.get to know me better. He looked up at me and smiled, but the next words that came out his mouth made my heart sink.

“Can you give that to your friend?” He asked, pointing over to my best friend and fellow tattoo artist, Hannah, who had been working on another client in the peircing room the whole time I was working om Michael. “Tell her to give me a call?”