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1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
3. do you miss anyone?
4. what are you looking forward to?
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
7. what was your life like last year?
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
9. who did you last see in person?
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
11. are you listening to music right now?
12. what is something you want right now?
13. how do you feel right now?
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
15. personality description
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
17. opinion on insecurities.
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
19. have you ever been to New York?
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
21. age and birthday?
22. description of crush.
23. fear(s)
24. height
25. role model
26. idol(s)
27. things i hate
28. i’ll love you if…
29. favourite film(s)
30. favourite tv show(s)
31. 3 random facts
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
33. something you want to learn
34. most embarrassing moment
35. favourite subject
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
37. favourite actor/actress
38. favourite comedian(s)
39. favourite sport(s)
40. favourite memory
41. relationship status
42. favourite book(s)
43. favourite song ever
44. age you get mistaken for
45. how you found out about your idol
46. what my last text message says
47. turn ons
48. turn offs
49. where i want to be right now
50. favourite picture of your idol
51. starsign
52. something i’m talented at
53. 5 things that make me happy
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
55. tumblr friends
56. favourite food(s)
57. favourite animal(s)
58. description of my best friend
59. why i joined tumblr
60. ask me anything you want

Ask me anything

1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
3. do you miss anyone?
4. what are you looking forward to?
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
7. what was your life like last year?
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
9. who did you last see in person?
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
11. are you listening to music right now?
12. what is something you want right now?
13. how do you feel right now?
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
15. personality description
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
17. opinion on insecurities.
18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?
19. have you ever been to New York?
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
21. age and birthday?
22. description of crush.
23. fear(s)
24. height
25. role model
26. idol(s)
27. things i hate
28. i’ll love you if…
29. favourite film(s)
30. favourite tv show(s)
31. 3 random facts
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
33. something you want to learn
34. most embarrassing moment
35. favourite subject
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
37. favourite actor/actress
38. favourite comedian(s)
39. favourite sport(s)
40. favourite memory
41. relationship status
42. favourite book(s)
43. favourite song ever
44. age you get mistaken for
45. how you found out about your idol
46. what my last text message says
47. turn ons
48. turn offs
49. where i want to be right now
50. favourite picture of your idol
51. starsign
52. something i’m talented at
53. 5 things that make me happy
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
55. tumblr friends
56. favourite food(s)
57. favourite animal(s)
58. description of my best friend
59. why i joined tumblr
60. ask me anything you want

Undertale asks

[SPOILERS!]

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT?
2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT?
3. Your opinion about UT fandon:
4. What’s your favourite quote?
5. What’s your favourite soundtrack?
6. Pacifist, neutral or genocide?
7. Why did you decide to play UT?
8. Favourite battle?
9. Favourite scene?
10. Your first letter to Mettaton was:
11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time:
12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender:
13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself?
14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend?
15. Would you smooch a ghost?
16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why?
17. Do you remember your first killed character? Who was that?
18. Did you do sth in game you regret?
19. Which ending was your first?
20. Your favourite land in UT and why: (Snowdin, Waterfall or Hotland)
21. Your favourite place in UT and why: (Undyne’s house for example)
22. Your headcanon about River person’s gender:
23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters:
24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie?
25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls:
26. With who would you go on a date?
27. Marry, fuck, kiss and kill:
28. Do you wanna have a bad time?
29. Your favourite UT au:
30. Your least favourite UT au:
31. Would you want to fall into underground?
32. Describe or draw your undersona:
33. One reason why you love UT:
34. One reasom why you hate UT:
35. If you could choose one type of food from UT, what would it be?
36. Your favourite amalgamate:
37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc)
38. Your opinion about bad puns:
39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw?
40. Which of human souls fits you the most?
41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why?
42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why?
43. Your opinion on underloid:
44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done?
45. Did you pay for Tem’s college?
46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT?
47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite?
48. What are your favourite theories?
49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters)
50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc)
51. Who is your favourite dog?
52. What was your reaction to true lab?
53. Your fabourite voice acting:
54. At the end of pacifist run did you stay with your friends or did you come back to your family?
55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus?
56. Your OTP(s):
57. Your NOTP(s):
58. Your BROTP(s):
59. Your favourite puzzle:
60. Which battle was the hardest for you?
61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true indentity?
62. The saddest moment:
63. Which ending is your favourite?
64. How old do you think Frisk is?
65. Any post pacifist run headcanons?
66. Your favourite NPC:
67. Humans or monsters?
68. The funniest situation:
69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming?
70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take?
71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game?
72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose?
73. If you had to kill one of the main characters which would you choose?
74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay?
75. Your favourite Burgerpants’ quote?


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The Secrets of Fate. {Elriel Oneshot}

Elriel (with a side of Nessian). Adorable with a touch of smut. Elain’s POV. 


6:58 p.m.

“Excited to be an aunt?”

I look up to find Azriel standing above me with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly to the left. He’s dressed casually in his training pants and an old tunic, he must have just come from the rooftop with Rhys. Sweat has forced his dark hair to be matted against his forehead and his shirt to cling to his sculpted chest, his arms, his abs.

It is only when he approaches me that I realize I’d been dozing off.

“Yes,” I yawn, reluctantly. “Can’t you tell?”

He smiles, softly. “You should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s coming.”

“It should be soon!” I argue, although I do not know that to be true. “Any minute. Really.”

He senses my lie, but instead of pushing me further, he scoops me into his arms and walks down the hallway.

I do not protest. Sleep does sound marvelous. I’ve been sitting outside Nesta and Cassian’s door since before breakfast. It was almost nightfall, and her contractions are nowhere near where they need to be. All I hear is Nesta screaming and cursing, damn you Cass for doing this to me being the most popular.

In which Cassian laughs and replies, you’re welcome, beautiful.

Feyre has been coming and going all day with buckets full of ice and cold water and new, dry towels. Although I cannot contribute much, except for the occasional head pop-in to ask how things are going and if anything else is needed, I haven’t been able to force myself to leave my spot in the hallway.

Just in case.

Azriel, apparently, does not see the point in that.

“You’ll come get me when it’s time?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“I would not have said yes otherwise.”

“Are you getting sassy with me?” I lift my eyebrows, in which he replies with a breathy laugh.

Azriel and I have become good friends in the last two years, since my living here became permanent after the war with Hybern. Although, I would be lying if I were to say I did not find him beautiful, and kind, and completely perfect in every way.

Some days I think he’ll make his move, reveal his feelings for me, but then I remember that it’s Azriel and find myself embarrassed for even thinking such a thing. But now, with my head on his shoulder listening to the rapid beat of his heart, realizing that he’s still carrying me in his arms down the hall, I wonder if those thoughts were not made up after all.

One of his wings brushes my back, making me gasp, and his body turns rigid from my reaction.

He kicks open my door with his muddy boot and I notice the shadows beginning to creep around his shoulders.

“Rhysand will not be pleased with the muddy footprint on his door,” I scold.

He lies me down on my bed and pulls off my boots, one by one. “Rhys can come find me if he has a problem. I’ll tell him I was escorting a beautiful woman to her bed.”

Realizing his words, he begins shaking his head, thinking I’d take offence. But, instead, I burst out laughing. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or the glass of wine Mor had brought me an hour ago, and then refilled twice, but I am feeling bold. Giddy, even.

“Does your escorting end here?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, but nothing comes out.

My cheeks turn red. It must be the buzz. Az doesn’t think of me like that. I am like a child to him. A friend, nothing more.

“I thought you wanted me to keep an eye on Nesta,” he says, instead, an underlying question in his statement.

“And what do you want?” I say, before I can stop myself.

Yes, definitely the wine.

He watches me for a long moment and I realize I must look a mess. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. I haven’t even brushed my hair, for Cauldron’s sake. He must pity me, my rumpled clothes and smudged makeup.

But, as he takes a step closer, I realize that is probably a question that he does not get asked a lot. And, for a moment, he looks surprised.

And when he takes a step toward me, then another, then slumps to his knees before me as I sit on my bed, I can’t stop the heat from spreading from my cheeks, to my stomach, to places I wasn’t aware that heat could be felt.

“I want…” he pauses, placing his head in my lap, then taking my delicate hands in his scarred ones before looking back up to me. “I want you to know how beautiful a person you are. I want to know what it’s like to love, and be loved, by someone like you.”

I am so stunned that I cannot properly string a sentence together. He watches me, lips slightly parted, as if he just revealed the secrets of the universe. And, in a way, I feel like he did.

Here is a male who has been alive for hundreds of years before I was even thought of and formed in the womb, a male who has slain on the battlefield, a male who has met thousands of females who would no doubt love him….and yet, he is before me, on his knees, sweaty, dark hair falling into his eyes and large, membranous wings looming behind him, looking no more than a shy boy, a dark soul, a fallen angel.

I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead, gently. “There has not been a day in a very long time that I have not wondered the same thing.”

Something broke loose in him, then. Something wild, animalistic. The wild fae beneath the bashful male.

I had always associated him with utter gentleness. But, the male before me was anything but gentle.

A question looms in his eyes and I nod before I can second guess, if a second guess would ever even come.

I doubt it.

He slides one arm behind my back and lifts me further back onto the bed, until my head is sinking in my collection of floral pillows.

“Elain…” he whispers, but stops, as if any other word he could say would not be good enough for this moment.

Instead, his lips brush mine in a soft, tender rhythm. Once. Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little more confident, until my fingers are intertwined in his hair and his abs are pressing against my stomach.

A small gasp escapes my lips as his mouth moves to the hollow of my throat, and he thrives on that gasp as he kicks off his muddy boots and they hit my floor with a thud. His bare feet, rough and calloused, run up my shins before I wrap my legs around his waist.

He unbuttons my dress, slowly, one by one, keeping his eyes on mine, in case I were to protest. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t, I am completely undone.

His lips find mine, once again, and I do not stop until we are one in the same, two beings in the same space, two bodies in search for the same thing.

He thrusts once, twice, three times until I am begging him for more.

He is gentle, but rough, and I have trouble breathing as I can’t find where my body ends and his begins. I was never loved by a human man, but I can’t imagine it would be anything close to this. This is magic. This is beauty. This is a love that only comes around once in a lifetime, even if that life is immortal.

By the time I realize how loud I’m moaning his name, how I’m holding onto him, afraid he’ll disappear into the shadows, it’s over, and I instantly want him again. That nearness. The closeness. The feeling of utter euphoria.

He’s hovering over me, still, shuddering, sweating, kissing me gently. He brushes the brown locks out of my eyes and laughs, gently, before wrapping me in his wings and holding onto me, afraid I’ll disappear into the shadows.

After we catch our breath, we fall back into our dance, into utter euphoria.

11:58 p.m.

The sound of crying jolts me from my sleep. Azriel is still lying next to me in my bed, an inked arm draped across my stomach. I slither out of his grasp, making my best attempt not to wake him, and fall onto the cold, wooden floorboards. I grab a shirt off the ground and toss on my robe before freezing at the sight of his bare body lying upon my blankets. I blush, force myself to look away, and ease into the hallway.

Faelight leads me down the hallway as the crying stops. Feyre is standing outside of the door, eyeing me as I approach.

“Is she here? Is it a she? A he? Feyre, answer me!”

My younger sister laughs. “We don’t know yet. It just happened, Cassian will come get us when it’s time. Nes just wanted it to be the two of them.”

I nod, understandingly. “Okay, good.”

“Don’t worry,” she winks. “You didn’t miss anything.”

She takes me in, then, for the first time. Her eyebrows raise and her lips open, slightly, then turn into a bright smile. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

I glance down and curse myself softly. A dress. I wore a dress, today. I pull my robe closer around me and shrug.

Elain!” she practically squeals and I hastily shhh her.

“How was it?”

“Shhh.”

“Was he timid? Was he rough? Oh, was he-”

“Quiet.”

“Is it true about the wingspan?”

Feyre.

The door swings open, leaving us both silent as we take in a sweaty, panting Cassian. His cheeks are red, as if he’s been crying. We both run into the warrior’s arms, the new father, and congratulate him before sneaking further into the room.

Nesta sits propped against her headboard, looking far too pristine for just giving birth, cradling a tiny, brown-haired infant in a bundle of blankets.

She looks at us, pure pride radiating off her. “Meet your aunts, little love,” she whispers, and Feyre and I are instantly by her side.

“It’s a girl,” Cassian says from behind us, exhaustingly, proudly.

“What’s her name?” Feyre asks.

Cassian opens his mouth, but Nesta speaks first. “We don’t know, yet. We can’t agree.”

That doesn’t surprise me.

I take the baby in my arms, and Nesta freezes. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

Cassian gasps from behind me, and I turn to find his eyebrows wiggling uncontrollably.

“Wingspan?” Nesta whispers.

“Mmm,” Feyre sighs. “I asked the same thing.”

“You are all ridiculous. A baby was just brought into the world,” I scold.

“We’re discussing this later,” Nesta orders.

“A discussion in which I will also be present for,” Cassian mumbles.

I can’t help but laugh as I look down at the baby sleeping in my arms. If this baby has Nesta’s will and Cassian’s humor…Mother help us all.

“She’s beautiful,” I say, wondering if I will one day be blessed enough to have one of my own. “Will she grow wings?”

“She will,” Cassian sits at the foot of the bed and pulls Nesta’s feet into his lap. “She’ll be able to hide them though, like Rhys, since she’s half High Fae.”

“I hope she doesn’t.” Nesta watches her Mate, her eyes growing misty as the reality of her new life settles in. “I hope she never hides them.”

Tears dwell in Cassian’s eyes, forcing them to pool up in my own. If this child has Nesta’s undying love and Cassian’s goodwill….a queen. This child will be a queen in her own right.

2:30 A.M.

They had to pry me off her. Octavia, they named her. Strong. Beautiful. Kind.

Azriel and Rhysand found us mere minutes after Feyre and I entered the room. Mor snuck in not five minutes after them, and we all wept, joyfully, for the new member of the Court of Dreams.

We passed her around while she cried and watched us curiously with her gray-blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Azriel stayed close to me, his hand constantly brushing mine, for the majority of the night, having gone to get himself another shirt before joining us. You look much better in my clothes than I do, he told me at one point, making me blush furiously among our circle.

Rhys eyed my shirt curiously throughout the whole ordeal and I am convinced Feyre spoke to him through the bond, most likely promising him details later, because he eventually stopped.

Now, my heart is overwhelmed as I lie awake, tracing circles on Azriel’s bare chest. He’s breathing, softly, steadily, sleeping like everyone else. My mind is running wild, though, at this newfound romance, at the birth of my beautiful Octavia.

I laugh, silently, to myself and snuggle up next to my Illyrian warrior, my fallen angel. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, his hands holding me tightly against him, his wings wrapped around us both, and I thank the Cauldron my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

cute things to ask
  • 1. selfie
  • 2. what would you name your future kids?
  • 3. do you miss anyone?
  • 4. what are you looking forward to?
  • 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
  • 6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
  • 7. what was your life like last year?
  • 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
  • 9. who did you last see in person?
  • 10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
  • 11. are you listening to music right now?
  • 12. what is something you want right now?
  • 13. how do you feel right now?
  • 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
  • 15. personality description
  • 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn't?
  • 17. opinion on insecurities.
  • 18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
  • 19. have you ever been to New York?
  • 20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
  • 21. age and birthday?
  • 22. description of crush
  • 23. fear(s)
  • 24. height
  • 25. role model
  • 26. idol(s)
  • 27. things i hate
  • 28. i'll love you if...
  • 29. favourite film(s)
  • 30. favourite tv show(s)
  • 31. 3 random facts
  • 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
  • 33. something you want to learn
  • 34. most embarrassing moment
  • 35. favourite subject
  • 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
  • 37. favourite actor/actress
  • 38. favourite comedian(s)
  • 39. favourite sport(s)
  • 40. favourite memory
  • 41. relationship status
  • 42. favourite book(s)
  • 43. favourite song ever
  • 44. age you get mistaken for
  • 45. how you found out about your idol
  • 46. what my last text message says
  • 47. turn ons
  • 48. turn offs
  • 49. where i want to be right now
  • 50. favourite picture of your idol
  • 51. star sign
  • 52. something i'm talented at
  • 53. 5 things that make me happy
  • 54. something thats worrying me at the moment
  • 55. tumblr friends
  • 56. favourite food(s)
  • 57. favourite animal(s)
  • 58. description of my best friend
  • 59. why i joined tumblr
  • 60. ask me anything you want

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Mil V-8 single-engine prototype helicopter, the grandfather of the legendary Mi-8/17 series of transport/multirole helicopters.

Featuring a single AI-24 2,010 kW (2,700 shp) Soloviev turboshaft engine, originally designed to power fixed-wing aircraft, and a 4-bladed main rotor layout, it began as a simple upgrade to the piston-powered Mil Mi-4, as that was the only way her designer and founder of the Mil company, Mikhail Mil, could realize his dream of building an utilitarian turbine-powered helicopter, as the soviet military was happy with the Mi-4 and didn’t feel the need for a new machine.

The original single piston-engine Mi-4.

But thanks to Nikita Khrushchev, whom after a trip to America wanted a VIP helicopter of his own, like the S-58 he got to ride into, the machine was eventually developed into it’s current 2-engine and 5-blades design; the gas turbine, a Klimov TV2-117, being purposely-designed for helicopter use, earning the designation Mil Mi-8, NATO reporting name Hip

The VIP S-58, a VH-34D model that pushed Khrushchev into helping the Mi-8.

The TV2 gas turbine, the world’s most popular helicopter engine. 

Originally sold to the soviet civilian market, basically just Aeroflot, the advent of the Vietnam War and the greatly publicized use of the Bell UH-1 “Huey” in that war finally convinced the Soviet military to procure the aircraft, leading to massive orders and a production run that continues to this day, making the Mi-8/17 family THE most successful helicopter in history, with over 17,000 units produced, and in service with over 80 countries world-wide.

Many of the variants of this machine build over the years, from transport to attack, to even electronic warfare, the last machine being the MD revision that greatly reshaped the fuselage. 

In the case of my country Colombia, it entered service in 1996, after the arrival of 10 reconstructed Mi-17 1V variants (abandoned air frames left incomplete after the collapse of the USSR, that were later refurbished and finished and at a lower price), where it gained the nickname “La Papaya” (the Papaya) due to it’s shape, becoming the first helicopter model in Army service.

This machine is the closest we have to an actual flying truck, serving both civilian and military clients in every corner of the world, from the scorching African deserts, to the remove and unforgiving Himalayan mountains, a testament of the simple design philosophy of the soviets.

Drabble: Believing

Request: “58, ,59 and 1 with newt?”

58: “There’s a leaf in your hair.” 

59: “May I have this dance?”

1: “Why did I marry you?”     

    “It took a lot of convincing.”

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts


Y/n thought she had lost hope in love. Her parents were divorced, her sister had killed herself when her husband left her for another girl. She thought she’d never meet someone who could love her, truly love her. She never thought Newt would happen. He was like a gift from the higher powers. He was kind and caring, sweet and gentle. He did need to work on his jokes. He was shy, and even after years of being happily married-something Y/n never thought she, out of all people would be- she never failed to let him blush. 


The light of the sunset crawled through the window, inside. Newt was still doing Merlin knows what in his study. Y/n sat alone in their bedroom. She didn’t dislike being alone, but lately, Newt had been spending a lot time on his book. She believed he could do it, of course, but it was a long shot. So, he needed to make sure it was perfect. Y/n could tell him it was amazing, but he wouldn’t believer her. He never stopped doubting himself. 


The evening sun was warm, what wasn’t unusual for summers like these. So, deciding to take Newt out for a break, she knocked on the door of the study. 

“Yes, Love?” Newt asked when sh pushed the door open. He didn’t even look up from his notes. 

“Darling, you need a break.” 

“I’m fine. It’s evening. I’ll be with you in two hours.” Newt looked up and smiled. Y/n tilted her head to the side, and Newt knew what she was doing. 

“Don’t you dare give me the puppy eyes, Y/n.” He pleaded. But it was to late. Newt tried to look away, but he always had trouble looking away from her eyes. The shade seemed undiscovered, like God had poured a special, saved color in her eyes. That’s what Newt always said. 

“Fine.” He sighted as he closed a book he was reading in. “Merlin, why did I marry you?” He joked as Y/n handed him his coat. Y/n smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“It took a lot of convincing.” She grinned at him. 


The sunset was beautiful, and that was the reason Y/n and Newt found themselves close to a small pond, the sunset was clear to be seen from here. Y/n’s head rested on Newts shoulder. The trees smelled great, if that even was a thing. Y/n liked the way trees smelled. It gave her a feeling of peace. 


She hadn’t realized Newt looked down at her until he chuckled. 

“What?” She asked with a smile. The kind  of smile only he could bring to er face. The kind of smile that reached her eyes, no matter how sad she was. 

“There’s a leaf in your hair.” He plucked a green leaf out of her hair  and let it fly away with the wind. Y/n looked after it before looking back at Newt. It where the small things like this, that made her realize how lucky she was. And how real love is. Or at least could be. 


It wasn’t long before they found themselves back home again. A smile on their lips, hair slightly ruined because of the wind. Y/n turned on the radio, something she rarely did. Her smile became a grin, something Newt had always thought was so beautiful, yet threatening at the same time. 

“May I have this dance?” She asked, holding out her hand. This was the side Newt had fallen in love with. Besides being beautiful on the outside, she was also smart, kind and funny. She sure had a sense of humor. Newt smiled and shoo his head, taking her hand and blushing. 

“You are such a dork.” He whispered against her hair. 

“I am your dork.” She whispered back, kissing his lips quickly before spinning away when the music got faster, her smile not leaving her lips, and Newts eyes not leaving her. 

When What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? came out, Bette Davis was 54, and Joan Crawford was ~58. (Joan’s actual birth date has been disputed.)

Susan Saradon is turning 71 this year. Jessica Lange just turned 68. And look how good they look compared to their counterparts!

So beware, dear children! A lifetime of smoking and drinking will age you something awful!

i haven’t been answering asks, messages or done any lists and if you’re wondering, i have a great reason for that. and it’s not (just) the easter celebrations

i’ ve been reading I belong to you, you belong to me by @peglegsjonesand it has taken over the waking hours of my life! 

it’s long (58 delicious chapters, 2 sequels), complete, with an engaging plot that isn’t tiring on the details, a time travel scheme that offers moments of intense family bonding, a healthy dose of smut and kissing, cs!parents, real relationships between them and kids (not just the cute stuff, the hard too) and turning regina’s sass against her in a decidely emma way

i have 10 more chapters and i’m reading slowly cause i don’t want it to end just yet, i want to prolong the journey

I played my singing tutor IDWWMT on Wednesday night and she really liked it and asked me to show her more of Joji’s music?

I wanna send her the 30 min Joji mix that’s on youtube that I love but I’m a lil worried.

She’s a 58 year old Christian woman.

Wh… what if she finds Filthy Frank?

someone ask me these? -- leave the number in my ask box?

1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
3. do you miss anyone?
4. what are you looking forward to?
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
7. what was your life like last year?
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
9. who did you last see in person?
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
11. are you listening to music right now?
12. what is something you want right now?
13. how do you feel right now?
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
15. personality description
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
17. opinion on insecurities.
18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?
19. have you ever been to New York?
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
21. age and birthday?
22. description of crush.
23. fear(s)
24. height
25. role model
26. idol(s)
27. things i hate
28. i’ll love you if…
29. favourite film(s)
30. favourite tv show(s)
31. 3 random facts
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
33. something you want to learn
34. most embarrassing moment
35. favourite subject
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
37. favourite actor/actress
38. favourite comedian(s)
39. favourite sport(s)
40. favourite memory
41. relationship status
42. favourite book(s)
43. favourite song ever
44. age you get mistaken for
45. how you found out about your idol
46. what my last text message says
47. turn ons
48. turn offs
49. where i want to be right now
50. favourite picture of your idol
51. starsign
52. something i’m talented at
53. 5 things that make me happy
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
55. tumblr friends
56. favourite food(s)
57. favourite animal(s)
58. description of my best friend
59. why i joined tumblr
60. ask me anything you want