shit this took a long time to make


31 Days of Muse | Day 2: The song that converted you
Mercy (2015)


anonymous asked:

I just really want to talk about trans kent parson. I just love the idea so much.

I’m sorry this took so long for me to reply to, I wanted to make sure I had my entire brain together before I replied!  But in short:

Yes, yes, yes, and YES!  

I can totally see Kent being the first trans NHL player.  I can see his take-no-shit attitude coming into play, and him working so hard to prove that he is just as great as (if not 40x better than) any other player, and that he’s ready to put just as much time in.  Kent would have obstacles of course, but he’s Kent Parson, he’d get it.  B)

HOWEVER, I was talking with the #epikinkster folks and transwoman Kent came up, and I kind of am even more in love with this idea!  (Idk if you meant ftm or mtf kent ^^;) 

Kent struggling with it while in the NHL, because that’s where she wants to be, but she knows if she comes out or goes on hrt it’s going to make everything much more complicated :((( But!!! Kent finding support when she tells her teammates, and her teammates making an effort to refer to her by her preferred pronouns and I can just imagine the Aces doing research via youtube tutorials to get her great makeup, or heels, or nail polish and stuff, not because she’s trans, but because they know she enjoys painting her nails and doing her makeup from time to time.  <3 Eventually she decides that it’s time, and she talks to Aces management and PR, and there are no rules against women playing in the NHL, so as long as she keeps performing, her contract wouldn’t be called into question.  Kent keeping her head held high and becoming an inspiration for trans kids everywhere <3 <3  

Trans!Kent is wonderful <3 

P.S. Important Contributions by Lotteia:

Kent has a collection of snapbacks with pro-trans phrases on them, loves sparkles, and ends up with a makeup sponsorship: "i’m the first nhl player to get their own makeup line" “you’re also a the first trans player in the nhl?” “okay but the eyeshadow is really sparkly and i’m just super proud of it” <3 


Trans Kent with glitter and loving Aces family and little kids and adults who can look up to the first trans NHL player <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Trials in Volterra, a Caius Volturi imagine

Anon: Could you please do a Cauis imagine where you’re his human mate and durning a trial while you’re sitting on his lap (due to his demand) a vampire comes at you and Caius loses his shit, killing the vamp right in front of you scaring you into a panic attack because you never seen the killing of one because he always made you tuck your face into his neck, so he tries his best to calm you down? Lot of fluff! Thank you! I love all your imagines!!!

A/NSorry it took so long, with long imagines like this I like to spend a lot more time on it in order to make you happy! I hope you like it 😘. Also, sorry if Caius is a little out of character, he’s supposed to be king bitch but I did want to bring out his softer side.


Friday’s were the worst in Volterra, it was trial day. Trial days happened when a vampire had been especially disobedient to the Volturi law. The law was not hard to follow: do not make yourself known to mortals. All any vampire had to do was keep their identity secret. Of course I, along with a girl in the United States, were the exceptions. In my case, I had been trusted with the knowledge of the immortals because I was chosen to work for them. I was the secretary who organized their feasts. I worked along side of Heidi, a gorgeous vampire who lured mortals to their eminent death.

Keep reading


This actually took so fucking long to make holy shit. >.<

But anyways, if you really liked what my mom had to say about BTS, feel free to send in other groups. I’ll be staying with my parents for at least the next month, so I have a lot of time to do this kind of thing.

Thank you to the 507 amazing people who follow me. I love you guys. Let’s be one big happy family. <3


Yoongi - Christmas Party ~ Part ll

Holy fucking shit I took way too long to finish this up and I have no excuses but it’s like super motherfucking long and dirty so hopefully that makes up for it? I think I write too much sometimes, I’ll start writing shorter scenarios. Also just pretend for the beginning a dare to kiss your best friend happened during a Truth or Dare game and yeah.

Approx. reading time ; 15 min ~

Warnings : Threesome, LANGUAGE, spanking, deep throating. Jesus Christ just please be aware that this is some nasty ass, dirty sexy shit.

“It’s just a game,” you perch on the edge of your best friends bed. “I mean, it’s not like it’s going to mean anything.”

“It will to me y/n,” Jin sighs and you scrunch your eyebrows.


“Let’s just get it over with, the boys will come in here and shove us together if we take too long,” your best friend squats down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “I’ll lean towards you so you don’t have to..”

His eyes stay locked on you and you don’t understand why he leans up so slowly but as soon as his plump, soft lips press against yours, your brain throws out every other thought besides wow.

It’s merely a short peck before Jin pulls back and you chase after him, stopping yourself once you realize what you’re doing. He was your best friend, that was it. You couldn’t make the same mistake twice by dating another boy in the band.

“Jin we shouldn’t-”

Suddenly standing up, Jin grips your chin and smashes your lips together again. You lean back with the force, your arms swinging back to hold yourself up. Jin takes a deep breath before kissing you harder, a guttural moan reaching your ears. Leaning on the bed between your legs, he gently lays you down and hovers over you, hands trailing down your body. He grabs your hips and lifts them up so he can press his soft cock against you through both of your clothes.

“Jin,” you gasp.

You hold onto his broad shoulders while he kisses your cheek and down your jaw to your neck. “Fuck, been waiting so long,” he sloppily sucks on the juncture of your already bruised throat, hips gyrating in small circles against you, heavy breaths fanning over your skin as he grows in his jeans.

“Well well well,” you let out a small squeak as Jin jumps forty feet away from you, both of you turning to look at the rude intruder with wide eyes. Yoongi crosses his arms and leans against the door frame, smirk splitting his face open. “What do we have here?”

“Yoongi!” You yell, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. He smacks it to the floor and laughs.

“Don’t stop cause I’m here guys, continue with what you were doing.”

“What?” You and Jin ask at the same time.

“Keep going. You obviously had no intention of stopping,” he makes himself comfortable on the floor after closing the door and locking it. “Don’t worry, Namjoon and the kids are watching a movie now, you guys were taking too long.”

“What the hell Yoongi,” you curse. “We’re not doing anything with you in here.”

Yoongi nods and stands up, Jin watching from across the room as he walks towards you. His eyes widen when Yoongi yanks you up from the mattress until you’re standing in front of him, his arm moving to wrap around your waist and bring you flush against his side.

“If I recall,” Yoongi whispers into your ear, quiet enough Jin couldn’t hear. “I’m the one who makes the calls here, not you. So you will do as I say or I will spank your ass until you’re bleeding, right in front of him. Do you understand?”

Yoongi leans back a little and looks down at you, his eyes darkening with his question. You don’t respond and he nods.

“She wants to play Jin,” he says, letting you go and sitting on the bed.

“No no no I’m sorry,” you say quickly, resisting when he grabs your wrist. “I’ll do it. Jin come here.”

“Too late Princess,” Yoongi pulls particularly hard and you fall over his knees, the air being pushed out of your lungs when his thighs make rough contact with your chest. He holds you down by your back while he rids your upper half of your tank top, his other hand pulling your skirt down and exposing you.

“Yoongi!” Jin yells, missing the moan you let out.

“Jin calm down. She’s such a slut for having her ass smacked, aren’t you baby?” Yoongi grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You whimper but nod as best as you can.

“Fuck yes,” you breathe out.

“Use your nice words Princess and tell Jin what you want,” Yoongi demands.

“Please,” your voice shakes as you try to speak so Yoongi loosens his grip. “Please hit me, hit me so hard I cry, Yoongi please.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Yoongi releases your hair and Jin stands in shock, heat flushing from his face straight to his dick. He knew the two of you were kinky but not that kinky. He snaps out of it when Yoongi’s hand lands a nice loud smack on your left cheek, then another equally as loud on the other. He soothes over the red, stinging prints in the shape of his hand before delivering a third sharp spank on both cheeks. You cry out and Jin gets worried.

“You’re hurting her!”

“Not hard enough,” you gasp out, tears blurring your eyes. Jin gapes at you and takes in Yoongi’s smug smile as he slaps you more times in quick succession, beautiful whining noises escaping passed your lips with every one.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Yoongi asks.

“No,” you shake your head, a little harder than necessary so your hair whips him in the ribs. Like you wanted, he grabs onto your ponytail and rips your head back.

“Oh?” Yoongi remarks, punctuating it with a rough spank that has your back arching with your scream.

Yoongi lets your hair go and slides his arms underneath you, lifting you up and laying you across the bed on your stomach.

“No more for now Princess,” he whispers. You feel him lean over you, feel his soft lips press kisses to your ear and down the back of your neck, trailing down your spine. He stands up. “Jin, kiss her better.”

“W-what?” Jin stutters but you were too spent to say anything.

“I hurt her,” Yoongi says obviously. “Kiss her better.”

“Oh okay, um..”

The bed dips under your body when Jin straddles the back of your thighs. His big hands grip the sides of your arms and you smile over your shoulder at him, encouraging him to just do it. His mouth glides over your shoulder blades, his hands moving to your waist as he makes his way down your back.

“All along right here,” you hear Yoongi tell Jin before you feel a cold pair of lips caress the dips at the bottom of your spine. The coolness felt amazing in contrast with your scorching back side and you let out a low moan. “Oh Princess likes that. Keep going. All around.”

Jin continues to pepper gentle kisses on your bruised, flared skin, hands rubbing up and down your sides. You lift your head up and rest your chin on your hands when Yoongi walks around the bed. He kneels on the floor and brings his face close to you.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks and you shake your head. He smiles and leans forward to kiss your nose. “That’s my strong girl.”

“Gimmie real kisses,” you cutely beg him, softly moaning when you feel Jin sucking and nibbling on the back of your thighs, right above your socks.

“Nice words baby,” he reminds you in a whisper.

“Please give me kisses,” you pout. Yoongi stares at your bottom lip before leaning over to peck it. He pulls back slightly, using his arms as support to hold himself up on the edge.

“Spread your legs baby,” his nose brushes over yours. You do as you’re told instantly and Yoongi kisses your pout again. He reaches around you and pushes Jin away, his hand straying dangerously down to your wet pussy. He rubs you from behind.

“Can Jin have a little taste of you Princess? I’m sure he’ll love to try,” Yoongi kisses the corner of your mouth, catching the small whimper that leaves when his thumb skims over your clit. “Wouldn’t you Hyung?”

“What?” Jin asks cluelessly, ripping his eyes way from where Yoongi was playing with you.

“You wanna taste her don’t you?” Yoongi asks. Jin bites his lip, his chest raising up and down and Yoongi smirks knowingly. “Yeah you do. Baby can Jin-”

“Please,” you beg, already pushing your ass further into the air. Yoongi and Jin share a similar taken off guard look before your ex shrugs.

“Dig in.”

Yoongi’s fingers disappear but are quickly replaced with your best friend’s rough tongue, prodding at your hole.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, your jaw dropping open. Yoongi’s fingers reappear in your mouth, tips reaching the back of your throat.

“Suck a little Princess,” he massages the back of your tongue and you clamp down onto him, suckling your wetness from his digits.

Your knees are gripped from behind and pushed further apart, Jin’s nose rubbing against you as he ravished mercilessly at your clit. You whine on Yoongi’s fingers.

“He doing a good job baby?” Yoongi taunts and your eyes flutter closed. “Hyung, lick her hole open. Get it nice and wet, she likes that don’t you Princess?”

Jin’s thumbs separate your spit slick lips and his tongue plunges into you, your ass arching high into the air and pushing back, air being ripped from your lungs.

“Yoongi,” you plead, on the verge of tears. You felt like you were about to explode.

“Let him have just a bit more fun love,” Yoongi pulls his fingers from your mouth, replaces them with his strong tongue. He kisses you deeply and cradles your jaw, distracting you from the intense pleasure of Jin eating you out so you didn’t come too early. He had a lot more planned.

After a few more minutes he stops Jin and you all move over to his bed. He sits his back against the headboard, pulls you to sit on his lap, his hard on pushing up against you through his thin basketball shorts.

“Fuck,” you whisper, circling your hips, grinding down on him. He kisses the back of your neck, below your ear.

“Show Jin how much you love to suck cock,” he whispers and you look at your best friend.

Yoongi’s hands slide down your thighs as you reach for Jin. The eldest shyly grabs your hand, allowing you to pull him onto the bed. You adjust him in front of you, only mildly distracted by Yoongi’s tongue tracing patterns into your shoulder, hands grabbing his hips and reaching for his zipper.

“Wait wait.”

Everyone freezes and looks up at Jin.

“Should we do this? Is this a good idea?” He asks and you bite your lip. His innocence was such a turn on.

You grab the hem of his shirt and yank him down to his knees in front of you, your lips capturing his in a sloppy kiss. He whines when your teeth sink into his bottom lip, his hands grabbing yours and guiding them to his bulge. You rub him through the rough material of his jeans, pulling away from your kiss and trailing your mouth down his neck.

“Okay we can-” he cuts himself off, gently pushing you away to stand up in front of you again. This time he lets you unzip him and pull his pants down, Jin impatiently bending down and helping you take them off completely, throwing them to the side. Your hands wrap around his meaty thighs and pull him closer, Jin tripping and leaning over you, catching himself on the wall the bed was pushed against. You didn’t mind because at least this way, his dick was closer.

You’re surprised at the size of his boner, your mouth watering when you see it twitch and soak the grey material with precome a second later. Behind you, Yoongi was holding onto your hips and grinding up into you, you could hear him cursing under his breath at the friction on his own straining cock.

You jerk forward, giving Yoongi a better view of your ass as your mouth softly suckles on Jin’s briefs.

“Shit,” he breathes above you, watching you from between his arms. You peel his underwear down, your small hand curling around his thick base.

“Holy shit,” you mumble, leaning forward and licking hesitantly at the head. You had no idea how you were going to fit him into your mouth; you wouldn’t say it out loud but he was significantly bigger than Yoongi. Longer, a bit thicker, a deeper red color and covered in a lot more veins. Yoongi was pale with one or two bulging veins, about an inch or two shorter and held lightly in your hand unlike like Jin, who had a bit of weight to him.

You carefully wrap your lips around him, just the tip for now, and he lets out a deep groan, his hips barely jerking forward. You tongue at his slit and slowly stroke his base as a distraction until you figured out a plan.

Yoongi behind you holds you up while he shimmies out of his shorts, leaving them bunched at his knees. He throws his head back and moans, Jin’s attention moving to him, when he guides his tip to your tight entrance.

“Baby gonna fuck you,” he warns breathlessly, his fingers pinching your hips and lowering you down onto him. You moan at being filled, Yoongi moans at being gripped tightly by your walls and Jin moans from the vibrations you sent through him.

“Fuck,” you call in unison.

Yoongi smacks your ass and sends an order your way. “Suck him properly.”

You force yourself to swallow as much of Jin’s thick cock as you could, your nails digging into his thighs as he powerfully thrusts up and effectively chokes you.

“Sorry!” He apologizes quickly and you try shaking your head with your face stuffed with cock.

“She can take it,” Yoongi grunts, shallowly pushing up into you.

Seokjin tests his boundaries and reaches down with one hand, keeping himself propped against the wall with the other. With the gentlest touch you’ve ever felt, he brushes the stray hairs from in front of your eyes, his large hand easily gathering it all into a loose fist. You pull back and tilt your head up.

“Tighter, be rough,” your voice is scratchy when you talk, Jin’s eyes flashing with lust.

He lets your ponytail loose and combs through the front and curls his fingers tightly into the top of your head. The familiar burning sensation on your scalp blooms in your nerves and you return back to his cock, which he confidently guides into the hot tunnel of your mouth.

“Mmm, tight baby,” Yoongi groans, circling his hips before pushing up particularly hard, burying himself deep inside you. His force sends you far down Jin’s shaft, his swollen head making you gag as it so suddenly is going down your throat.

“God yes,” Jin holds your head down and you squeeze your eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners and streaming down your cheeks. A smack to your ass from the palm of your ex only adds to the pleasure you’re feeling.

You start choking, unattractive noises gurgling in your throat but when Jin tries pulling back, you bring him in even closer. You swallow around him, taking in a few deep breaths through your nose to ease the slight pain. After you collect yourself you give him a thumbs up to continue.

“Fuck, your mouth is so full,” he whispers, his hand pulling your head back so he can see his cock fuck deep into your mouth. It arches your back and causes Yoongi’s dick to reach a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You whine, muffled, sucking and slicking Jin’s shaft as much as you could. Your jaw was aching but in the best way possible, Yoongi now slamming up into you and making your body bounce. Your ex boyfriend’s breath hitches when you purposely squeeze around him, making his grip on your waist tighten.

“Okay stop stop stop,” he pants, you pulling off of Jin’s cock immediately thinking you hurt him. You look over your shoulder at Yoongi, who was urging you off of his lap. You crawl between Jin’s legs and sit at the end of the bed.

“What happened?” Jin asks.

Yoongi throws his head back, breathing heavily, “I almost came,” he whispers and you snort.

“Let’s just switch places,” he heaves his body up and off the bed, gesturing for Jin to sit in his spot.

“I…” Jin blushes up to the tips of his ears and down the expanse of his chest, his eyes darting around the room. You share a look with Yoongi.

“Do you not want to fuck her?” Yoongi asks and Jin coughs.

“No! No it’s not that I just.. I have to be on top,” he murmurs. You giggle and he flushes an even darker red.

“Jin you can be on top, I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?” He asks.

“Why would I?”

“Let’s get this show on the road people, I need to come.”

Yoongi rushes you into your positions, you on your back and Jin laid out on top of you. Your ex crawls up behind you, his cock hovering over your face, his hand slowly stroking him to full hardness again. You just now realized you’d have to suck him upside down. You figured you could do it if he helped you but your attention was on Jin, who was kissing up your neck and jaw. He lightly kisses you on the lips, stickily pulling away.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks quietly.

You nod and grab his shoulders, you just needed something back inside of you

“Jesus are you guys going to start dating or something?” Yoongi grumbles in jealousy, his hand smoothing over his pale stomach. You look up to say something about his snarky remark but Jin is slowly pushing inside of you and stretching you wider than Yoongi did. Your nails hook into his skin and you let out a long moan as he sinks into you.

“I won’t last long,” he breathes against your ear and you roll your hips to get him to start moving. You didn’t care, as long as he lasted at all.

Your best friends hands roam over your body as he pulls back and thrusts back in, the breath being stolen from your lungs at how deep he could reach on the first try.

“Fuck Seokjin, come on,” you beg, your hands moving further down his muscular back and forcing him closer, deeper. You moan and a groan reaches your ears, but it wasn’t the man on top of you’s.

You tilt your head back to see Yoongi, slowly stroking himself right above you, watching Jin grind into you with hooded eyes.

“Fuck her hyung, Slut wants it so badly,” he whispers. His face scrunches up in pleasure and you can’t help but to reach up and grip him yourself. The angle was awkward but you made it work, moving your fist over his shaft by twisting your wrist and pulling. Yoongi’s hands curled by his sides, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his lip in an attempt to hide the groans that he spilled out. He breaks and reaches down to push two fingers passed your lips, his body moving in sync with you. “Your hands baby girl, fucking perfect.”

Jin was finally fully seethed inside of you, shallow thrusts trying to ease you into a new familiarization before he couldn’t take the agonizing pace anymore. He was thrusting into you with a new speed, your hand tightening around Yoongi and your core clenching in accidental reaction, causing both boys to release identical drawn out moans.

Your body was shoved up the bed every time Jin slammed his hips into yours, headboard banging loudly, sending pleasure bursting through you as your walls clung to his thick length, the feeling of pulsing veins driving gasps up your throat from around Yoongi’s fingers.

“Need your mouth baby, let me stuff you full,” Jin whines at Yoongi’s words, lips sucking bruises into your rightfully already fucked neck. Yoongi’s fingers disappear and both of his hands are tilting your head back as far as it can go, holding onto your jaw as he shuffles forward. You take it into your own hands to stretch your neck and swallow Yoongi’s tip down. His head falls to his chest, his eyes boring into the sight of you, trying hard to suck him off while simultaneously getting roughly fucked by one of your closest friends. He holds your face still so he can thrust forward, his thighs tapping against your head and pushing you down on Jin when he pushed you up. You swirl your tongue around, your hand reaching down to tease your clit but you’re smacked away and replaced by rough pads of fingers circling your clit and making your pleasure ignite.

“Beautiful lips,” Yoongi whispers, mostly to himself while he drinks in the erotic sight of you. “Mouth stretched so pretty..”

You’re so suddenly taken off guard by Jin’s particularly deep thrust, tip hitting your spot dead on and throwing you over the edge. Your back arches high up into the air while its wracked with euphoric electricity, muffled whines escaping your throat, resulting in both boys slipping in deeper and reaching their own highs. Jin buries himself as far into you as he can while he unloads with a twitching cock and guttural moan right in your ear, Yoongi on the other hand pulling out and jerking himself off in quick strokes until he’s spilling over your cheekbones and lips, his mouth falling open in a silent groan.

You fall back to the mattress, breathing heavily with a panting best friend burrowed into your neck and a heaving ex boyfriend lent over the both of you with sweat dripping down the sides of his face. You look up at him with tired eyes and he smirks lazily, reaching down and smearing his milky come around with his thumb, sweeping it up and pushing it into your mouth.

“Be a good little girl,” he whispers. “And swallow it all.”


I survived the Steven Nuke… almost 

This shit took me a long time aa

[Part 2]

1. ‘’Mr Greg’’ is my fav 3rd season episode <3

2. I relate to Lars so much, and his episode makes me feel good for several reasons

3. Shit! ‘’Bismuth’’ is definitely my second one lol


anonymous asked:

sry to bother you but youre so empowering. id only heard good things about you and now that i follow you i only feel good about myself. youre never afraid to tell people what you think and feel most of the time i'm too shy to say anything. youre so different i love you. you stand up for people youre nice to everyone you run a great blog and you dont let anyone tell you what you should or shouldnt like. it gives me courage to stand by my own preferences without feeling bad so thank you.


It took me a long time to learn this – right around 4 years of being with the most cruel person I’ve ever met to finally understand what this means. You do not owe anyone anything ever. Being kind and treating people right is a choice and it’s a choice I make every single day of my life. However, being kind doesn’t mean you have to take anyone’s shit. If you don’t enjoy something, then you don’t enjoy it, and you don’t owe it to anyone to pretend to like something you don’t. Why should you? Because they want you to? Hell no. Like, yeah, if I’m out with family and I don’t like a restaurant they love or something, of course I’d eat there with them because they love it. But if I’m online and someone thinks I should, for example ((based on a recent post)), read fanfiction, then no? I don’t mind reading it, but I don’t like spending copious amounts of time looking for one I might like. I don’t have to change myself to please strangers on the internet and neither do you. Be it friends/family/anonymous people, you don’t owe them anything. If something makes you uncomfortable or really isn’t your thing, you always have the right to say so and you owe them no explanation for how you feel. If I can empower you, then that’s incredible and I’m so happy to have been able to influence you in this way! 

And thank you for all the compliments. I’m really so happy to have been able to help you in some way and please don’t think that this was at all a bother because it isn’t! Thank you for sending me this! Now I feel all the more empowered, too!! <3333


album history ♫  a fever you can’t sweat out (2005) by panic! at the disco

“The Vaudeville stuff was kind of all they wanted to do. By the time they got to the studio, they had this identity crisis. They didn’t want to sound like Fall Out Boy, so they wanted to do all this Beatles-y shit… I took them out to lunch and said, “Why don’t we tell the story of that creative evolution as the theme of the album?” You guys are from Vegas and you did some dance shit… now you’re exploring new territory, and that’ll be the second half of the album.”- Matt Squire, producer

auntiemama1  asked:

What do you think J would do if Batman tried to rescue you? Example say if Batman fell in love with you and he wanted you, so he thinks J brainwashed you! So he takes you away from what he calls J's love hell

First off I’d like to she that winged freak try to come anywhere near me! Says my Puddin’ has a screw loose while he’s stalking around the night dressed up like a giant flying rat! At least J has the common decency to show his face while he’s killin’ ya! HAHAHAHAHA!

As for what he would do. The first thing he’d do is round up any little bat strays Brucie has laying around his shit hole of a mansion and reunite them with their long lost little birdy friend. Then after the Bat Fam is outta the way he would make sure to slowly, and systematically take out anyone else in Batman’s life that holds any value to him. Just like he took the only person J cares for. And by the time he gets around to Bat Breath he will be so broken that he’ll just waltz right in, open the bat cave door and carry me away like my twisted knight in Croc skin armor!

anonymous asked:

how did you and zen meet?

onnnn tumblr of course,, i made friends with @transezual through talking about Saints Row and it took Sez like,,, fuckin a week to realise me and his old buddy @zenis were like Long Lost Twins after we did some shit like both make posts about thinking left 4 dead zombies were hot at the exact same time and he was just like “you two have to talk to each other”

and we hit it off pretty much immediately but we didnt get to be real good friends until Zen started streaming his first playthrough of Outlast, which id also been playing. we bonded through that in a big way… at one point he started catching up to where i was in the game and up until then id been giving him advice about how to proceed so i ended up… simultaneously playing the and watching him play the game so i could keep giving him advice…. i was just very eager to have something to talk to him about because he was so funny and such a talented artist and i was so impressed by him as a person

and then after that we became super close friends for very nearly four years like we were pretty much inseparable…. it took my dumb ass FOUR YEARS to realise i was like MAD IN LOVE with him like you think id have caught on at the “fantasising about spending my life with you” phase but no….

anyway i love my boyfriend and horror video games brought us together 

anonymous asked:

I'm a Harrie too. Not a solo Harrie. Just someone who's favourite is Harry, who loves 1D and believes in H&L. But I don't feel welcomed or understood here 90% of the time. I feel I either have to defend Harry or myself. It's really saddening and kinda unfair. Louis is treated as saint and victim all the time and is celebrated 10 times more although he also does questionable things and is human too.

You’re welcome here!!! 

I wish I knew how to help and how to make you feel better about it.  I mean, Louis has been through a lot of shit this past year in particular so of course people are going to be more vocal to jump up and defend him.  

Here’s a little secret.  And again, I know it’s easy for me to say and it took me a long time to really embrace it myself, but here I am.  Love what you love and don’t let others take that away from you.  Don’t worry about feeling welcomed or understood.  Just focus on what makes you happy.  

Did you know for my birthday last year I had a One Direction themed birthday party?  I got a big ol’ karaoke room, brought life sized cut out of Harry styles that i made everyone take pictures with, made everyone drink out of One Direction cups, use One Direction napkins, put on fake One Direction tattoos.  Do you know how many of my friends IRL are One Direction fans?  at that time…1.  and she couldn’t even be there.  And yet…my friends totally rallied.  They didn’t (and probably still don’t) understand my love for this stupid band, but it didn’t matter.  They put on those tattoos, they drank out of those cups, they wiped their faces with those napkins, and they happily posed with Harry.  I even have one pic of two of my straight male friends in their late 20s/early 30s pretending to make out with Cut Out Harry.  They were so game.  And you know why?  Because I said I don’t care.  Go ahead and judge me, go ahead and not understand, it doesn’t matter to me because this brings me joy.  

The same can be said of this hellsite.  If people are giving you shit for being a Harrie, then fuck ‘em.  You don’t need that in your life.  Find friends and mutuals who will lift you up.  They don’t have to agree with you, but if they’re actively shitting on you, they’re not worth your time.  If it’s just a case of not agreeing, though, then again- fuck it.  Just focus on how much you love Harry and why.  Go ahead and reblog the shit out of 23 DOH.  Watch the trailer for Dunkirk 12 times in a row.  Sit mesmerized by gifsets of his jands.  Don’t let anyone take that away from you.  

And come back any time so we can scream about how lovely Harry is together, ok?  

first of all, thanks so much!! i’m glad you think my art is good ;;; and second i’m not really sure if there’s an ultimate secret to drawing that will magically make you picasso lmao (trust me if there was i’d be ALL up on that shit)

i know that it’s probably rly annoying to hear this all the time but really the only way to get good at art is to just do it, it’s the same with any skill, you practice everyday and each day you’ll get a little better.

just think of it as if you wanted to start playing the piano, if you sit down in front of a piano with no experience at all you aren’t gonna be playing like fucking franz liszt lol and yeah some prodigy that’s playing beethoven at 2 years old might discourage you but even if a prodigy never practices their piece they still won’t be able to play it well.

i know it seems like you’ll never Ever get better but it just takes time

any way tl;dr practice makes perfect, and that’s the only way you’re gonna get better

anonymous asked:

i have this odd perception that like.. i can't dissapoint people or piss them off without being automatically irredeemably terrible and disgusting??? and i don't know how to fix it. i know it's irrational but the bad feelings always come anyway. it makes it hard to take criticism

have you ever heard of shame-based personalities?

it took me a long time to realize i had a shame-based personality, that is to say, when i did something wrong, i went beyond blaming myself for it and attributed the mistake to my entire self. for example, if i spill a glass of water, it’s never just, whoops, didn’t mean to do that, but, you’re so fucking clumsy get your shit together. 

shame-based thinking can have a lot of widespread negative effects on a person’s life, so the sooner we learn to train ourselves out of these thought processes, the better lives we can lead. i recommend you start with a simple google search of shame-based thinking and see what you find and what resonates with you. sometimes what it takes to begin recovery is simply being able to name our demons. 

here’s an article on overcoming shame-based thinking. it might take a lot of practice and research, and maybe therapy or counseling, but i think you can defeat it. 

i hope this helps. <3

Methotrexate psa

Yo my fellow spoonies, so ya know how methotrexate can be down right awful? The nausea, hair loss,weight loss ect? Ok well for the longest time I took 20mg of methotrexate and I took folic acid everyday which did nothing for my side effects and then my doctor prescribed Rheumate and I shit you not that stuff changed my life. Its a medical food product specifically designed to counteract the methotrexate side effects. I have a lot more energy and no more nausea, I cant explain how happy I am with this medication and I want to spread the knowledge because I had no clue that this stuff even existed. So ya, that was super long but if methotrexate makes you hate life see if you can take Rheumate.