since i don't have anything to do right now

I would like to point out Flynn’s very own constructed staircase. Made with wood and bicycle tires. That’s very nice, Flynn. I bet you got an A+ in Croatian shop class.

anonymous asked:

I have a question! Do you by any chance sell anything especially jewelry, that works in support of mental health. Such as a semicolon bracelet or anxiety/depression awareness necklaces?? No problem if you don't, it's just something I'm in the market for right now.

Yes I do!! It’s something I struggle with too, so having jewelry that pertains to it has always been important to me. I’ve been wearing a serotonin necklace ever since freshman year of college and sometimes it even makes me remember to take my meds on time :)

you can find the semicolon necklace here

and the serotonin necklace here, the serotonin ring here, and the serotonin earrings here :) 

anonymous asked:

i don't want to sound rude or anything, but i'm just curious if there are any ml fics you're consistently working on/updating right now? i don't really keep track of fics since i don't keep ao3 opened or have an account. and i know you been having some mental health problems, plus i'm not sure ucf is even out yet (or if you still go there) since i graduated forever ago, so if you're still there rn you're probably working on finals on top of everything???? idk

I do go to Ucf, but this will be my last semester before I transfer to Valencia to work on my degree program! As far as fics go, none of mine are officially “cancelled” per se, but I am putting them off until I have the time/emotional capacity to do them. I’m in the process of moving both schools AND apartments, as well as fighting the big fight against my depression (today marks a month of medication and consistent counseling, go me!!), so writing about two fictional teens kissing isn’t really at the top of my priorities right now 🤷🏻‍♀️ my fics WILL be finished one day, but I can’t say for certain what day yet. Thank you all for your patience and understanding that I am an actual person ❤️


That’s right. You’re insignificant. But though you were nothing but, a half-assed would-be suicide, you’ve harbored the intent to kill me, letting it fester for over a year… And in just half a day after you saw the news, you smoked out my location, and came here! That’s right, you came here! Yes, you came here! Could anything be more amazing than that? You’ve turned on expectations over their head. Thanks to you… Thanks to you, now I remember! Now I remember how I started! Oh, that’s right… Yes, that’s right… Ever since I came into contact with something beyond human, I might have been underestimating humanity. But look! Behold, Izaya! Do you see now Izaya? Just how magnificent humans are? I don’t really understand, but there’s one thing I can say, you’re the lowest kind of human. That’s fine by me! No matter how much you hate me, I still desperately, almost insanely, more than anything, more than anything, more than anything, love you!  


Hey everyone!! So i’m opening up to do commissions on here becaus i’m needing some help paying for classes this coming summer semester and anything counts, yknow? ;v;

Right now I’ll only have five slots open, since it’s my first time doign these and all :v:

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know that I have a ton of respect for you. Since I have followed you, you have always been open about your personal life which is something I'd be terrified to do (hence me writing this through anon). Every time I see you get hate, it breaks my heart because you are nothing but kind to people and you don't deserve anything but good. I am so sorry for the bad that has come your way but I am so grateful for you, your personality, your openness, and your blog!

Can I just say how moved I am by your ask? This isn’t me being funny or anything, I’m serious right now. Thank you for that, all of that. You’re amazing and I love you. I really needed to hear all that — times have been not so great for me. 💜

It’s no secret that I have had a hard life (I think everyone knows my story by now) but I try to remain positive (well, as best that I can) through it all. Cause life is just too damn short. Too goddamn short to be angry and nasty all the time. I spent most of my late teens/early 20s strapped to a hospital bed, flicking the world a middle finger and giving up. What life is that? For anyone?

We’re not guaranteed tomorrow, I probably know that better than most, so why waste it being cruel? Why waste it on things that we don’t like or don’t matter? Fill your life with the good stuff, the stuff that leaves you with a shit eating grin and a stomach full of butterflies.

However, don’t ever let anyone walk all over you and make you feel like dirt. Hold your ground and respect yourself. You’re worth that.

Be good. Be kind. Be smart. Love life.

We Don't Talk Anymore - 4/4

You all know how I feel about posting on mobile but I haven’t been feeling well and my laptop is upstairs so mobile’s just gonna have to do for right now…

It had been over a year since she’d last heard anything from Ashton Irwin. When the awful spilt had happened with the infamous drummer, she made sure to up and leave Australia and cut out any form of communication he could possibly have with her from changing her number to blocking him on every form of social media. It took a bit to adjust to the new life style and season changes, up and moving from warm and sunny Sydney to always cloudy London town, but she was adjusting, for someone that had left all her family and friends behind that is.

Y/n was making her way down Oxford street in a hurry, coffee in hand since she was already late to meet this blind date Stasha had set her up on. It was her way of ‘helping’ the girl get over her obnoxious feelings for the drummer that she never could seem to get over. She took a quick glance at her phone noting the time and how she was much later than she should’ve been, mostly due to Stasha once again sticking her nose where it shouldn’t have been. She looked up in time to see a man walking out of the Cumberland, stopping short almost avoiding her, but almost wasn’t good enough because in an attempt to save her beloved white chocolate mocha from starbucks, she spilled it all over the blonde in front of her.

“Christ,” he hissed pulling the shirt from his chest so it wouldn’t burn his skin, y/n looking up at the sound of the familiar ‘Straya voice meeting the bright blue orbs that belonged to Luke Hemmings.

“Oh no…” she mumbled getting an awful feeling inside when he finally recognized the girl in front of him.

“I…y/n? Is that you?” he asked furrowing his brows together as she looked away from him towards the door quickly catching a climbs of the brown mop she knew belonged to Ashton making its way through the lobby of the hotel.

“I need to go, Luke,” she said trying to walk by the 6’4 penguin, only to be stopped by his wingspan crushing her in a tight hug. “Or not.”

“We missed you so much!” he said excited, completely oblivious to the fact that his best mate, her ex boyfriend, was making his way through the doors to the lobby looking at him confused as he crushed a random girl to death.

“Luke mate, I don’t think the girl can breathe,” Ashton teased as he watched Luke let her go, his expression changed when he caught a glimpse of her side profile, heartbeat quickening as his stomach dropped completely. “Y/n…? W-what….how long have you been in London?”

“Long enough,” she mumbled looking at him for a moment seeing the heartbreak in his brown eyes killing her slowly as she wanted to reach out and make the hurt go away.

But who would do that for her?

“I…I’ve been trying to call you…we really need to talk,” he said reaching out grabbing her hand. “It’s important.”

“I’m late for something, Ashton…I can’t just stop my life to accommodate you,” she said throwing the jab he knew was coming as he let go of her frowning more, if possible. “It was nice seeing you,” she mumbled starting her walk once again as he sighed.

“If you change your mind…my number hasn’t changed,” he said watching her form walk away without any response. “I fucked up…”

Magazines, radio ads, tv commercials…she just couldn’t escape him, and after ten years of friendship and three years of a relationship, she didn’t want to escape Calum, but she wasn’t really given a choice. Not when he up and left her for his opening act, not even two weeks after the devastating split. And what made it worse was the three month old girl cradled in her arms nearly the spitting image of her father.

“Bella,” y/n sang as she rocked the little girl from side to side trying to keep her calm as she prepared a bottle, her boobs sore and tender from pumping the night before not wanting to even think about the little mouth latched onto her trying to feed. “You get to see Grammy today while mummy works on a few things. Isn’t that exciting?”

She may not have told Calum about the small inconvenience to his life, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to keep her from the rest of his family, who still couldn’t understand why he would throw away one of the best relationships he’d ever had for a girl that couldn’t even compete with his ex. Joy loved having Bella around, even agreeing to watch the girl every Tuesday and Thursday regularly while y/n worked to make an honest living.

She slept most of the ride over, and by most, she fell asleep just as they pulled into the drive of the Hood household. The good thing about Joy was she was always prepared when it came to watching Bella having toys and spare diapers around, but y/n had extras just in case.

“Hi joy,” she said walking into the house knowing it was unlocked just like it was every Tuesday, setting the diaper bag on the floor right by the door as she kicked it closed behind her not noticing the familiar hair that belonged to her ex and his girlfriend seated on the couch, their forms just out of her line of vision, automatically ready to walk to the kitchen where Joy usually was. “She just ate so she should be fine for a bit. I made a couple of bottles that are in the diaper bag, and there’s-,”

“What the fuck?” Calum asked startling her as she nearly dropped the carrier, head turning to see him standing from the couch. “What the hell’s going on?”

“Calum quiet down. She’s asleep,” joy scolded taking the carrier from y/n. “How long do you need me to keep her?”

“Um…I have the training thing and I really need to go shopping so it shouldn’t be too long, but a nap couldn’t hurt,” y/n said trying to ignore that Calum was right there near her for the first time in a year. “About four?”

“How about five and stay for dinner?” Joy asked not really giving her a choice, y/n nodding before quickly leaving the house without so much as another word spoken before nearly breaking down in the car.

“Mom…whose kid is that?”

“Oh my god….oh. My. god…” y/n mumbled as she looked at the name at the top of her snapchat lost its bold pink lettering showing that he had opened the picture. “Oh my fucking god” she groaned laying back on her bed tugging at her hair. Stressed was an understatement. She was full blown freaking out and there was nothing she could do to fix it.

Sending nudes wasn’t something she had really ever done before, but when you’re lonely and the guy you like’s been asking for them, you just kind of decide it’s a great idea, even if you know it shouldn’t be done.

And then… you accidentally send them to the wrong person.

Her phone started vibrating repeatedly, and she didn’t need to look at the caller ID to know it was Luke calling her about the risque photo now a distant memory to them both. The only thing saving her is the fact he was halfway around the world in the middle of a tour, so there was no way he’d come knocking on her door anytime soon giving her time to let this blow over before she saw him again. In three months

Her phone started vibrating again, this time indicating the slue of texts coming in one by one.

Answer the phone.
We need to talk y/n
Is everything okay back home?

She sighed leaving his messages on read before turning her phone off hiding it in the drawer in her nightstand. It’s bad enough she just sent these personal pictures to someone they weren’t intended for…but of all people, it just had to be her best friend and crush.

“Just….just ignore him y/n…he’ll just forget about it and you two can pretend this never happened…” she mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes sighing once again.

“I haven’t seen Michael around lately,” y/n’s older brother stated as he tuned the strings on his guitar. “Are you two fighting?”

“Not exactly,” she mumbled trying not to think of the last time she had seen him…the two of them naked, drunk, in Calum’s bed. His face buried in her neck a he fucked her slowly hitting every spot perfectly as she moaned his name, tugging on his blonde hair in pleasure. She knew the way he had taken his time with her it wasn’t just sex to him…and that scared her a hell of a lot more than it should’ve.

She tried to shake the thought out of her head, reminding herself she’s the one putting distance between her and Michael, starting when she left him lying there without saying goodbye, ignoring his texts and calls for the week right after, and purposely missing out on hanging with him and the guys.

“It’s not like you two to avoid each other…what happened?” he asked knowing it had to be serious, because even during a fight, he would still show up on their doorstep, the two going upstairs to argue before finally making up.

“We had sex and now it’s awkward,” she explained sighing softly, her brother chuckling slightly at how she tried to play it off. “It’s not fucking funny.”

“It only took you two three years to finally get together. So, why is it awkward? Was he bad or something?” She shook her head rolling her eyes at him.

“No…it was great…but he’s my best friend and you don’t fuck your best friend…that’s not supposed to happen.”

“Sis…we all know that you and Michael have a thing for each other so get over yourself,” he huffed strumming the his guitar as the doorbell rang, y/n jumping up from her place on the couch opening the door to reveal the blond standing at her door, snapback turned on his head as he stood there nervous as hell.


Who's There? + Mayday Mix
Wolf 359
Who's There? + Mayday Mix

I feel like someone’s probably done this, and probably better than me, but I couldn’t find it?

Spoiler Alert: Don’t listen if you’re not caught up through Episode 30: Mayday

so, me doing audio editing is like a pterodactyl trying to do open heart surgery with a sledgehammer. But I wanted to hear these tracks synced up. Best listened to with headphones, ‘cause in your right ear you’ll hear Who’s There?, and in your left, Mayday

I synced them as well as I could, there was like a twenty-some second discrepancy between them at one point, and again, pterodactyl with a sledgehammer, so. Enjoy?

I was asked on how to do a ‘painted’ background, but I don’t really have anything to say there. Just practice, practice, practice! Instead, I’ll just do a sidescroller map so here’s essentially what goes in to doing them. Internet connection is weak here right now, so I can’t do much. Sorry!  

First, create a parallax tileset and upload it to Resource Manager<Graphics/Tilesets

The pink area is where the player character can walk.

And after!

anonymous asked:

Unnie, since I loved your drunk!svt headcanons can you do a got7 one??? They've been taking over my life with their damn teasers for Turbulence and Jinyoungs never seemed so fine I don't know what to do

with Real Got7 on netflix they have really been swerving into my lane lately. and tbh i forgot how bad their hair used to be and now it’s like damn beautiful in comparison.

anyway, drunk!Got7, here i go…

Jinyoung: the grumpy drunk. gets pissed off with anything and everything around him when he gets the right amount of booze in his system, and he whines about it like a small, angry toddler. suddenly his shoes are too tight, and Jackson is more annoying than ever, he’s horny but he doesn’t want anyone to touch him, the music is too loud, but don’t dare turn it down when it’s his favourite song, and he’s starving but nothing is the right food. so when this happens (unless you’re JB) it’s pretty much just easiest to put him in the corner and let him sulk out his toddler tantrum.

Mark: the slutty drunk. he may be a quiet little peach on the regular, but gets a couple of drinks into him and uses this as an excuse to get his slut on. and no one bothers to stop him. some nights he could end up on his knees in the middle of a party with a gorgeous guy’s cock in his mouth, or take two or three girls back to his room in a night. (and in the morning will return back to the quiet little mouse he is, pretending that no one even heard their screams of pleasure as he pounded them into the mattress.) 

Jackson: the worst kind of frat boy drunk. bugging everyone else to take shots, always wants to smoke up when he’s drunk (off someone else’s stash), gets incredibly horny and touchy feely, and likes to scream really loudly at random increments for no apparent reason. can hold his liquor fairly well, but doesn’t know his limit – so every single time he drinks way too much for his body weight and ends up passed out in a puddle of his own vomit, or loops someone into taking care of him, which will be a long, painful night for them.

JB: the brooding drunk. depending on how drunk, could very easily snap and get into a fight – but only if he thinks someone is ‘getting in his face’, or is mistreating his boys. Gets very stony faced and no one can really tell what he’s feeling, if he’s happy, horny, or about to cut a bitch. But he likes to keep his drinking under control so that he can still take care of his boys when they’re dancing, hooking up, or puking their guts up.

Bambam: the “random” drunk. when he gets drunk enough, you never know what’s gonna happen; the only dance move he knows is dabbing, when he speaks it’s complete babbling gibberish, he is always the one who recommends junk food runs/sloppy, greasy take-out runs, says he is going to do parkour and rolls sideways onto a couch, basically a hyper mess as a drunk.

Yugyeom: the peaceful drunk. he gets a good buzz going quickly and just smiles a lot, but doesn’t talk much or get very chatty while drunk. perfectly content to sit and listen to other people chatter on, cuddle with other people if they want to cuddle, and maybe even dance with other people if they want to dance (and will break out his slutty slut dances if he does). a pleasant drunk, but very lazy, and likely to curl up and fall asleep somewhere if there’s not much activity going on.

Youngjae: the giddy drunk. so happy and giggly, smiling 10x more when intoxicated (if that’s at all possible for him), laughs at absolutely everything, even when it’s not funny, and gets very hyper and happy about everything. doesn’t hold his booze very well at all, and reaches his full capacity after about one or two drinks. very easily loses his balance and stumbles on his feet, meaning he tends to stick to sitting; when he does stumble, he finds this incredibly hilarious and his laughter just makes it harder for him to get up.

(this was too much fun to write tbh)


Messages are closed to non-mutuals (since I can turn them off completely) until I’m done with school. Ask box will remain open but don’t think I’m doing any doodles until then

anonymous asked:

hey i'm sorry if i'm bothering you but i don't know who i should ask right now. do you perhaps have any motivational thing to say to someone who wants to be a musician? i have this maschine mk2 since last january and i still didn't manage to create anything mainly because depression is holding me back and i really want to be a producer in the future and write my own lyrics and so on but i have no motivation at all i cant even get out of bed and i feel so helpless idk sorry if i'm annoying

Just listen to music you like until you get that feeling™ when you really love the song you’re listening to. When you’re in that mood, try to recreate that song (you won’t be able to). You will instead create a song that has the same feel of that one song you love, but is your own.

anonymous asked:

I hope you are doing okay. There are days where people are feeling down and there are times where we feel like we can't be there for other people. Well, right now, I really hope you are doing fine. I am very VERY worried about your well being. I do not want anything to happen to you. Please tell me if you are doing fine, darling. Don't let others get to you with their hate messages. Always stand firm!

Thank you SO much. I have been very worried lately since I have been getting things sent to my address (I’ve never given it out public) and I’m just a bit MIA at the moment, so sorry everyone for not deciding yet. I really don’t know what to do right now, thank you for your concern though, sending lots of love!

anonymous asked:

soooo glad you have the same opinion as me. god, i really wish he'd stop making it seem like 1D was hell for him.

See the thing is, I get where Zayn is coming from, I do. We don’t know what his experiences were and for all we know, being in One Direction was actually hell for him. 

BUT he needs to understand that he has to be really careful about the way he phrases and frames his discontent with One Direction the brand, otherwise it can and will be interpreted as his personal dislike for the remaining members of One Direction, the band as well as their past and present body of work.

And given that he spent the past four and a half years publicly describing the other four as being his ‘brothers’, being seen to be throwing shade on their singing and songwriting efforts is a spectacular dick move. 

What happened to “yeah and I had a sick time doing it, so keep laughing”??

Hella long analogy to follow:

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Can everyone stop shitting on the Bellarke fans who are excited to see Bellamy and Clarke reunited next week? Like this episode was shitty and really fucking difficult to watch so if people want to have something to fucking look forward next week…LET THEM. Bellamy and Clarke get shit done together. They work so well with one another. Them reuniting gives the show a sense of hope that things can get better. I have been (and will probably always lbr) Bellarke trash since season 1, but it’s not even about the ship right now guys (even if it is that is a-fucking-okay), it’s not about the romance. It’s about the delinquents and their original leaders being back together and getting shit done while the adults are useless. So people are allowed to be excited stop with the ship war nonsense I beg you.

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Okay I

really hate to do this on Valentine’s Day but I am in desperate need of some help here.

My parents are going broke, my mom has medical bills from her tumor treatments, they have house payments and loans to pay off, and they’re asking me for help.

And I would more than gladly give it but

I don’t have any money myself.

I’m near broke, less than one hundred dollars in the bank, and I have school payments, phone payments, and car payments I’m still making. We’re barely keeping our heads above the water and I’m a wreck and feel like shit because I can’t help like my parents want–and expect–me to.

So please, please, PLEASE I need some help. Even if it’s just a few dollars, something, anything to help. I’ll take commissions again but I dunno when I can work on them since I don’t have time right now.

PLEASE if there’s any way at all that you could help, please.

My paypal is

Please help. I’m kind of at the end of my rope here. I’m not sure what else to do.

The Croods (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters
  • "You may go anywhere you want, but never go near the cliff, for you could fall."
  • "Good story."
  • "And she flew."
  • "Where did she fly?"
  • "She saw a light. She leaned out to touch it... and she slipped."
  • "A place with more suns in the sky than you can count."
  • "I've seen it. That's where I'm going."
  • "A place not like today, or yesterday. A place where things are better."
  • "What is this stuff that saves you from my punches?"
  • "Stop struggling!"
  • "I have to get back to them."
  • "Don't hide. Live. Follow the sun. You'll make it to Tomorrow."
  • "She loves you, but always forgets to say it. Just like you forget to tell her."
  • "Never be afraid."
  • "I call it... a hug."
  • "No more dark. No more hiding. No more caves. What's the point of all this? To follow the light. I can't change. I don't have ideas. But I have my strength. And right now, that's all you need."
  • "We don't know what's over there. Maybe nothing! It's too risky!"
  • "I'll take that chance."
  • "I've wanted to throw you away ever since I met you."
  • "We're ready to leave."
  • "Still alive!"
  • "Do you have a minute?"
  • "You're really heavy."
  • "I was in love once."
  • "I call them shoes."
  • "Where are my feet?"
  • "With every sun comes a new day. A new beginning. A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday."
  • "Curiosity is bad. Going out at night is bad. Basically, anything fun is bad."
  • "Welcome to my world!"
  • "So how did the tiger fly?"
  • "Release the baby!"
  • "I never got to tell him."
  • "Get out of the way!"
  • "Honey, what's that on your head?"
  • "It's called desperation."
  • "That doesn't rhyme."
  • "Paintings are so passe."
  • "I call this a snapshot."
  • "We don't get out much."
  • "I guess I was just busy keeping them all alive."
  • "We need one of your ideas."
  • "Don't. It could be dangerous."
  • "Three days is not forever!"
  • "Splitting up is a bad idea, it is much safer if we stay together."
  • "Don't eat him! He will cut you!"
  • "Ha! We call those children."
  • "I almost feel sorry for him."