over the head check

anonymous asked:

hi!!! WCIF counters next to the fireplace in your most recent post? :)

HI ♥♥ I’m so glad someone’s FINALLY asking about these counters. They are the absolute best. They’re older, so they won’t work on toddlers unless you run them through the batch fix in S4S. Plus, there seems to be some issues with butlers too. If none of that matters to you, and if you plan to use them purely decorative, the way I am in this build, then, you head over HERE. While you’re at it, check their other downloads, you won’t regret it.

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It’s bad out there. Worse than I anticipated.

My half of my art trade with the AMAZING @taryndraws!  We share a love of tea and witches, so naturally I had to paint a tea witch for her.  I imagine this witch cultivates her own plants to concoct some kind of healing brew, and of course uses magic to do so.

By the way, I’ve started using my Instagram story to post process photos of my paintings, so if you’d like to see all the rough sketches etc that come before the final piece, head on over to my Instagram to check it out!  

Fandometrics In Depth: Poetry Edition

This April marks the 21st annual National Poetry Month. Launched in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets (@poetsorg), it has become the largest literary celebration in the world. 

On Tumblr, #poetry is the most popular writing tag, with 10% more overall engagements than the next most popular writing tag, #prose. To top that off, #poetry was in the top 5% of all of the tags used on Tumblr in 2016.

From classic #haiku to transformative #visual poetry, #all caps poetry images and #spoken word videos, poetry on Tumblr has a variety of formats for you to tell your friend that you’ve eaten the plums out of their icebox.

Originally posted by hiromisuzukimicrojournal

Where the writers go

Since many people share curated works using the #poetry tag, a few other tags for mostly original work have popped up. The first is #poets on tumblr, which was the fourth largest community tag on Tumblr last year. Writers began using the tag to share their original work in the early 2010s and between 2013 and 2014, overall engagements (searches, original posts, reblogs and likes) grew 1366%. Over the next two years, that growth continued at an average of 214% per year. 

Originally posted by proudwallflower

#Spilled Ink started in 2011 after a pair of friends wanted a create a tag for poets on Tumblr to find each other’s work. Since 2013, The tag has averaged 41% year over year growth and has expanded to also include prose and other writing. It’s now one of the largest writing communities on Tumblr. For some sense of scale, in 2016, there were 32% more posts tagged #spilled ink than #poets on tumblr.

Finally, #Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write started appearing three years ago for short snippets of poetry—pieces of work shared with no pressure to be complete or finished. In 2014, only a handful of original posts were made with the tag, but were reblogged extensively throughout the year. Between 2014 and 2016, overall engagements in the tag increased 10,407%.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Further reading

No matter what your favorite kind of poetry is, there are dozens of tags to find your next favorite writer on Tumblr. In addition to those mentioned above, there’s also:

There are also a number of amazing poetry blogs to follow:

  • Lang Leav (@langleav), a poet who began sharing her work on Tumblr and is now an international best-seller
  • Steve Roggenbuck (@livemylief), whose artistic videos and image macro poems break boundaries 
  • Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry), which focuses on performance poetry, and
  • Tyler Knott Gregson (@tylerknott) who shares daily haikus on love.

For more blogs, head on over to @staff and check out the roundup.

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Yooran Week Day 7: Pokemon Master and Slave Saeran-zard

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 (Final)

HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH

Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333

Fanfic-ception

If you are a fanfic author for the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell you are writing fanfiction for a book that was written by a real author because she was inspired by one of her own fictional charcter’s fanfiction about a fictional series written by a fictional author that the real author created in her other fictional book. 

*world explodes*

5 Ways To Tell If You Need To Report Frankenstein For Suspicious Behavior On The Train Or If It’s Just Frankenstein Being Frankenstein

Frankenstein is a gigantic corpse monster stitched together by an insane scientist, so sometimes his behavior can be a little jarring. When you’re on the train with him it can be hard to tell when he’s acting normally and when he’s actually up to no good. Here are five ways to tell if you need to report Frankenstein for suspicious behavior on the train or if what you’re witnessing is just Frankenstein being Frankenstein!

1. If Frankenstein is going into unauthorized areas of the train, check to see if it’s simply because he is chasing a rat that he wants to eat: When Frankenstein sees a rat that he thinks looks delicious, he will stop at nothing until he catches it and puts it in his mouth. If the delicious-looking rat runs into an unauthorized area of the train, Frankenstein is going to chase it there, even if it means he’s going to get in trouble. If you see Frankenstein in a restricted part of the train, see if he’s on his hands and knees looking frantically for a rat, or if he’s actually trying to do something dangerous.

2. If Frankenstein is throwing somebody onto the third rail, check to see if it’s just his wife who he’s trying to electrocute back to life: Frankenstein’s wife is named Bride of Frankenstein, and she needs electricity to live. When Bride of Frankenstein runs out of electricity, she dies and she needs her husband, Frankenstein, to carry her onto the train and then throw her onto the third rail so she can come back to life. So if Frankenstein is on the train throwing a body onto the deadly third rail, make sure it’s not just his shambling corpse wife before you go ahead and call the police to report him for suspicious behavior. Otherwise, you’re just wasting their time by alerting them about Frankenstein being Frankenstein.

3. If Frankenstein lifts the train conductor over his head and starts screaming, check to see if he’s trying to kill him or simply trying to show his new boyfriend to the rest of the train: Frankenstein falls in love very easily and he always thinks anyone who doesn’t try to kill him must be his boyfriend. There’s a good chance that if Frankenstein has grabbed the train conductor and is holding him over his head, it’s because he has decided that he is in love with the conductor and he wants to show his new boyfriend to the other passengers on the train. If Frankenstein lifts the conductor over his head and starts shouting, “FRANKENSTEIN LIFT UP BOYFRIEND TO SHOW TO WORLD!” then there’s no need to panic, because that’s just Frankenstein being Frankenstein. On the other hand, if Frankenstein is holding the conductor over his head and screaming something suspicious like, “FRANKENSTEIN MUST KILL KING OF THE TRAIN! NOW FRANKENSTEIN IS KING OF THE TRAIN!” that’s a good reason to alert the authorities.

4. Before reporting Frankenstein when he gets on the train with a mysterious box, make sure it’s a bomb of some kind and not just the box of yarn that he treats like a pet: Don’t call the bomb squad just because Frankenstein gets on the train with a mysterious cardboard box! Frankenstein is a hulking corpse monster with a heart of gold and he loves to pet soft things. His insane creator, Victor Frankenstein, gave him a mouse to pet, but Frankenstein ate it, so now the only soft object he can be trusted with is yarn. Frankenstein has a big box of yarn that he pulls around on a leash and which he calls his “MOUSE BOX,” and sometimes when he’s on the train he will take the yarn out and start petting it and eating it. Frankenstein’s big, unmarked box might look suspicious and even a little dangerous, but it’s important to remember that it’s almost certainly filled with yarn and is probably not a bomb.

5. Don’t call the police to report Frankenstein walking around the train holding a brain until you’ve confirmed that it’s not his own brain: Frankenstein loves his brain and sometimes on the train he will rip it out of his monstrous skull and walk from train car to train car showing it to people and moaning things like, “WAVE HELLO TO FRANKENSTEIN’S BRAIN.” However, sometimes Frankenstein will rip out someone else’s brain to put it in his own skull so that he can have two brains. This is terrible behavior, and if Frankenstein is carrying someone else’s brain it’s absolutely time to get the police involved. If Frankenstein’s just carrying his own brain, though, then that’s just Frankenstein being Frankenstein. Best just to wave hello to Frankenstein’s brain when he tells you to and carry on with your day like normal.

Little Jealous There, Sarge? {Part Two}

{Part One}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments. 

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Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!


In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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Did I make some mistakes? Yes. Did I only make mistakes? Yes. But did it all work out? Kind of.

Requested by @greenkey-fandom

One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.

Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.

Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.

He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.

Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.

Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.

Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.

Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,

“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”

Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.

“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,

“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”

Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.

Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.

Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?

The Zodiac Signs and Commitment

Aries Signs: These people are big flirts when they’re single, but once they find that special someone, they’re committed to that person and that person only. If you’re looking to keep them around, keep the relationship fun and exciting. Don’t develop too many routines.

Taurus Signs: A Taurus is nothing but dedicated. They are sometimes a little too dedicated to someone. They look for a close, honest, and loyal relationship. But because they are so committed to you, they expect you to return the loyalty!

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BTS WEREWOLF AU 
WORD COUNT: 3,030 
sorry

warnings: violence, blood, bruises and gore, talk of kidnapping

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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What seemed like an average day of you being spoken to like a piece of shit, turned out to be everything but normal. One minute you were walking home from work, a part time job at the local diner, you only worked weekends so you still had time to study for exams during the week. Then the next thing you knew, everything was black, cold and deafeningly quiet. Empty.

After what seemed like an entire eternity of being lost in the emptiness; the light came back, vastly brighter than usual, stinging your eyes as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Sounds were thicker, heavier, weighing down your ears as they gave you a pounding headache, and the slightest smells became much more intense, burning your nose as you inhaled.

Just what exactly had happened to you?

Glancing around you could gather it was the early hours of the morning, you’d left work pretty late but the indigo sky was now a dark crimson red and the full moon threatened to escape the blanket of clouds that tried to shield it from sight. Managing to bring yourself to your feet you pulled yourself together and started to walk home, deciding it would be best to wait until you were inside the safety of your walls before you tried to figure out what on earth had happened.

During the walk you couldn’t help but feel on edge. The only thing keeping you sane was the fact the sky was such a beautiful colour, you’d never seen a red sky up close before, only on badly photoshopped desktop backgrounds at university, it was mesmerising. Chilly air whirled around your frame, earning a continuous shudder from your body. Travelling in the same direction you began walking through an empty field, a short cut you always took. A sharp ill-disposed pain made itself known on your left leg, close to your ankle. The manager at the diner you worked in was extremely misogynistic, so you were forced to wear a white button down blouse and short mini skirt with bare legs, to ‘receive more tips from customers’. The uniform had only ever caused you grief, but it did ensure you were able to get a clear look at the source of your discomfort.

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