so i don know

GTA V - Deadline 2: Thin Dead Line
  • *Michael and Gavin discussing Gavin's visa*
  • Michael: How many times have you brought this up? Every year or two you're like 'Oh, I'm leaving'
  • Gavin: Funny enough, when you get one year visas, you have to do it every year!
  • Michael: Then just do it every year!
  • Gavin: I'M DOING IT
  • Michael: Then you're not gonna get deported!
  • Gavin: I mean, I don't have the decision yet...
  • Ryan: Gavin... let's fix this problem right now
  • Ryan: Will you marry me?
  • Gavin:
  • Gavin: ...what
  • Michael: You can't, Ryan.
  • Ryan: I mean, can we not in this state? I don't know
  • Michael: It's not so much the gay marriage, more that you're already married

anonymous asked:

Sherlock asking Irene for tips on anal

Sherlock : So..um 

Irene : Hey virgin gay nerd !

Sherlock : Let’s cut to the chase..

Irene : OH MY GOD YOU ARE GETTING LAID TONIGHT !

Sherlock : I DID NOT SAY ANYTHING !

Irene : You dumbass, I am The Woman . I know everything.

Irene : Not actually. I asked John.

Sherlock :

Irene : So yeah. Don’t forget the lube.

Sherlock : I know.

Irene : And breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.

Sherlock : I know that as well.

Irene : It’s gonna hurt a little. Unless he is teeny weeny.

Sherlock : John is not tiny .

Irene : Is it ? how big? ^^

Sherlock : WE are not talking about John’ penis.

Irene : Don’t call it penis in bed you dickhead. Say cock, dick, manhood, joystick, magic wand.

Sherlock : Thank you for you help. And by help I mean utter uselessness.

Irene: Don’t forget to scream a lot ! People like that stuff.

Sherlock : This conversation ends here.

Irene : Best wishes on getting your ass pounded you giraffe.

Sherlock : Let’s never talk again.

10

Transfixed

Chapter Finished!!

Onto a new arc hell yeah

And um… my laptop charger isn’t charging anymore so I’m doing this literally before it dies… for good…

at least this is a good place to stop… but I’ll be back. wish me luck

Part 87

Start from Beginning

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how everyone found out about wolfstar
  • remus and sirius were totally dating
  • and at first it was a secret because not everyone needs to know
  • but sirius really wanted everyone to know that remus was his
  • because the Ravenclaws in the year below them were constantly flirting with him
  • so in class one day, sirius yells “Oi, Moony, can I borrow a quill?
  • and remus kinda glares at him from the other side of the room as he sits next to some random Hufflepuff
  • and remus just says, quietly, “you know sometimes you make me so mad but other times you make me feel like im on top of the world so I don’t know what to do with you
  • but because the class was silent, everyone heard
  • and then sirius just smiles and goes “well im your world so get on top of me
  • and the whole class just gasps because damn that was smooth
  • and thats how everyone found out about them as a couple

everchangingotps  asked:

Hi! I want to draw people with a lot of emotion captured, but I don't really know how to do it so that the viewer feels something. I want to show more emotion, I guess? (This was really unclear, I know :0) Thank you so much!

What a great question, @everchangingotps​!

I think studying anatomy helps a lot. Facial muscles are a bit complex, and they move in different ways to make the frowns and smiles happen!

Here’s a few great resources I found:


If you liked this post, please consider reblogging this post so more artists can see it! 

Also it would mean the world to me if you checked out my art at @astrikos

Thank you for your continued support! 

The Meeting of the Waters

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: lin buys a late 18th century piano during the writing process for hamilton, and when he gets it home, he’s surprised to find there’s a ghost attached to it. reader has been attached to her piano for hundreds of years, and is thrilled to talk about her good friend eliza hamilton with the genius who purchased her piano.

warnings: swearing, and i think that’s it idk do ghosts need to be tagged is that a thing

word count: 5,308

a/n: this is for the @hamwriters write-a-thon day one!!! AH okay i haven’t seen anyone write a ghost AU fic yet, so i don’t know how well received this will be BUT i really like it and i hope you guys do too (if u don’t pls be nice to me i’m fragile)


The lights of the George Washington Bridge glow in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark waters of the Hudson. Lin grunts as he pushes the piano up against the window of his studio apartment, leaning an arm on the top of the piano to peer out at the view.

“To be honest, the piano looked better against the wall,” you pipe up from your perch on the arm of the worn out leather sofa.

Lin spins around quickly, a startled look etched on his face. “Who’s in here?”

“Hi there,” you wave your hand, a small smirk on your face, before you stand. You smooth out your skirts and take a few steps toward him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” He takes a few quick steps backwards as you approach, his back colliding with the wall.

“Relax,” you hold up your hands in a show of benevolence. “I come with the piano.”

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anonymous asked:

Imagine: Jungkook when the band is finally taking a long break and he starts doing all kind of wild shit. He gets a tattoo. He gets a new haircut idk maybe shaving part of his hair. He starts buying a bunch of new clothes on different styles. And he just is doing all kinds of stuff he didn't do as a teenager.

didn’t get a haircut and didn’t get new clothes (prob just borrowed Yoongi’s jacket) but he got a (several) tattoos

I thought “hell yeah” when I first read that but I realized I don’t know what to do so just.. yeah.

i also run away from tattoo designs like the plague bc how tf do u do them

3

It’s taking a lot from me to keep myself from breaking down right now, you guys! I am not even kidding!

That look on JK’s face is ripping my heart into a million pieces and scattering them all over the place in my chest! Remember when he used to push JM away when he attempts or teases to kiss him?! But now, he’s completely relaxed and just seemingly melting to JM’s touch and that would-be kiss! He (JK) looks so familiar with and welcoming about it!

I don’t even know now if I should be asking for more moments like these for us to be cherish or hope that they would calm down more so all of us faint-hearted JiK/KM shippers can have time to relax! 😭😭😭

:: photos taken from twitter ::

Gaeltacht 101

Going to the Gaeltacht for the first time can be SCARY. I remember when I found out the first year that I was going I genuinely cried because I was so afraid. However, six summer courses later (four as a student and two working as a ceannaire), and I still don’t know what terrified me so much. It’s a great opportunity and it’s essentially a holiday (if the weather holds up!).
Since it’s still so scary for many people, I’ve made a list of tips, supplies, and other useful bits for first-timers!

- Pack in advance. Make sure you bring sports clothes (even if you don’t like sports you’ll probably HAVE to do them), beach clothes, spare towels, more clothes, socks, and underwear than you think you’ll need. PRACTICAL SHOES. Holy god please don’t wear heels in the Gaeltacht (maybe bring a pair just for the last night). You’ll be picking yourself out of the muck for a week.

- Bring water. If you’re going to a coastal Gaeltacht (An Rinn especially), there’s a good chance that the drinking water will be manky AND that you won’t get enough of it. They do big packs of bottled water in Lidl for fairly reasonable. Some places mightn’t want you having water but h o n e s t l y. Just don’t have a water fight indoors like a gobshite.

- Have at least enough Irish to get by. If you can’t string a sentence together as Gaeilge you’re going to have a very rough time of it. Try to step it up in school in the months leading up to the summer. If your teacher is useless, try Duolingo to get your basics down.

- Buy/bring a backpack. Trust me, even those dinky ones from Penneys are lifesavers. Where else are you going to keep your suncream, water, camera, purse/wallet? In fact, get a small one so you don’t become the group suitcase.

- If you have a hurley BRING IT. 

- Don’t give the ceannairí/cúntóirí a hard time. It’s their job to make sure you’re trying to speak Irish and not acting the maggot too much. No, Páidí isn’t an arsehole for giving you detention, you’re the one screaming “WILL YOU MEET MY FRIEND” while standing on a bosca bruscar.  

- If you don’t want to go to mass, you might have to bring a letter from your parents. I know this is a tough one, especially if your mam or dad are religious/awkward. Some places will let you just stay back and do sports or whatever if you ask, but others have a hard rule about it.

- Wear your interests. This can be a risky one, but if you’re a little shy it can help to have a literal beacon to connect with other people who are also shy. In my time the emo kids always stuck together, and you could pick any one of us out by our clothes. Same with the bebo stunnahs, or any other group. I know it seems a bit silly, but it works. You won’t always get on with people who dress the same, but having something to talk about is a step to finding people you do get on with. Something as simple as a band shirt or even badges are enough, you don’t want to go too flashy in the Gaeltacht.

- Bring pocket money. When I say pocket money, I mean maybe €10-€20 in case ye go to the shop or have a shop on site. You really shouldn’t need more than that unless the coláiste tells you otherwise. 

- You might not be able to bring snacks with you. You might have to deposit them in a seomra soláistí/tuck room. You definitely shouldn’t keep them in your room/dorm. You definitely shouldn’t put them at the bottom of your suitcase or in an opaque bag because nobody can, without permission, search through your belongings to take them from you. You definitely also shouldn’t need to make sure there are no wrappers visible in bins or crumbs left around because you definitely won’t be eating in the dorms. You also definitely shouldn’t bribe a ceannaire with chocolate if they catch you with food. 

Character A is injured. Character B is still listed as their emergency contact.



“So, anyway, I drove about, I don’t know, four hours? Yeah, four I think it was to get the teacup pig- I mean who wouldn’t want a teacup pig, right?”

The girl- Nicole, Lily had said- stared much to excitedly at Sirius from across the restaurant table. Lily must have been joking when she said they would get on. She had to have been joking.

Sirius tried for a smile, “Uh. Yeah, right.”

The girl let out a shriek, “Right! I mean, it was a bit sketchy, honestly. The woman didn’t even ask my name. But I got the pig so, whatever, right?”

Nicole reached for her water, eyes trained expectantly on Sirius.

“I-“ Sirius had nothing, absolutely nothing to say. “Right…”

Nicole offered a slightly less enthusiastic, more uncomfortable smile, “Okay, maybe not everyone wants a teacup pig then… Whatever.”

Sirius had just enough mind to feel slightly guilty for not playing into the story a little more, when his phone rang.

He didn’t even try to feel guilty for the relief that flooded through him at the sound.

That had to be Lily calling him to tell him it was all a joke and that he was the most gullible person on this planet. Please be Lily. He dug into his coat pocket.

“Hello?”

Faded sirens filled his ear, then the voice of a woman.

“Hello, is this Mr. Sirius Black?”

Sirius’ brow knit, and he held up a finger to Nicole who seemed to be having trouble getting her pasta noodles to stay on her fork and payed him no mind.

“Yes.” He said as he closed the restaurant door, wrapping an arm around himself and his thin sweater against the cold. He tried to push down the worry in his chest at the formal tones, “Yeah, speaking.”

“Mr. Black, I’m calling from Mercy Hospital on behalf of Remus Lupin. Unfortunately, there has been an accident…”

A ringing made its way up from Sirius’ heart into his ears, chilling him. Accident. It was like he was now listening to the world through cotton.

Remus. In an accident. Sirius’ heart beat against his skull. Remus who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for months. Remus who he hadn’t seen for months.

An accident an accidentanaccident.

Hospital

An accident

“Remus…”

Sirius brought a hand up to his mouth, stomach churning.

“Mr. Black? Mr. Black, are you there-“

“Yes. Yes, I-“ He pressed the hand over his eyes, “What- is he-” His voice sounded much too horse, like he’d been shouting. Please tell me he’s okay.

“I wasn’t on call sir, I’m afraid I don’t know the details. ”

Sirius closed his eyes, hand dropping to the brick wall. He felt like he was holding himself together, “Right. Right.”A thought occurred to him, “Wait.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you- I mean, why did you call me? I don’t..” Why not James? Lily? His parents?

“Well, you’re his emergency contact, so…”

Emergency contact? Sirius’ heart sped up, fear combining with the lingering longing for Remus he’d been trying to suppress to a simmer for what felt like forever. It flared up, burning a hole in his chest through and through. Despite the fact that Remus had probably just forgotten about it, Sirius’ heart warmed.

“Right. Thank you. Thanks, I’ll be- in a bit.” He shook his head, he wasn’t making sense.

He didn’t even think he made eye contact with Nicole when he grabbed his jacket and threw (probably too much) money onto the table.

Remus.

It was the only thing going through his mind.


The cabbie tried to talk to him on the ride there but he either didn’t hear the words or doesn’t remember what he said. The city lights were streaks of color in his eyes, and they stayed streaks when the cab stopped moving. He tripped on the curve. It was wet, and red and blue ambulance lights reflected in the puddled yellow surface. When had it started to rain? Sirius saw the sirens but heard only his own breath. The doors opened by themselves and he nearly tripped again. Everything was too white now.

“Remus.” He gasped at the woman behind the desk. He wiped wet hair from his forehead, leaning heavily against the counter, “Remus.”

She obviously recognized him from their phone call not moments before. She got up, motioning for him to follow through another set of doors that opened by themselves. His eyes told him she had started talking to, his ears didn’t.

She stopped outside of a room. 221. This door didn’t open by itself and Sirius was left, hands pressed to the hard wood and face alined with the small window. His heart went to his throat, his stomach into knots.

The scene wasn’t chaotic, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Sirius’ breath fogged up the glass and Remus momentarily looked as if he were asleep on a cloud, not a hospital bed. The sight was angelic and disturbing; it looked too far away. Sirius pushed open the door, wiping the glass as he did and Remus was back in the hospital bed and much, much closer. Panic threatened to simmer up again.

Sirius expected to feel out of place. He expected to feel as if someone else should be here. Remus would want someone else here. Right? But he didn’t. He felt just as draw to Remus now as he had any other day, maybe even more so with the whites of the hospital making him look pale and delicate.

“Drunk driver.”

Sirius jumped at the voice from behind him and turned to see the nurse from the phone flipping through Remus’ chart. She glanced up at him, then nodded her head to Remus, “He’s very lucky, you know.”

Sirius looked at her, then back to Remus with his slowly purpling eye, his bloodied lip, the IV and white bandage striped across his shoulder like a seatbelt.

“Lucky..” He breathed.

The nurse closed it with a clatter, hanging it back on the bed end, “Lucky. To be alive. To have someone come running at a moment’s notice. Honestly, what was that, five minutes?”

Sirius blinked at her. He didn’t know how long it had been.

She just smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. I’d still stay though. It’s good to have a familiar face around when they wake up.”

Even one they probably hate?

Sirius almost voiced this question, when he realized he had been left alone, door swinging shut behind her. Left alone to stare at Remus’ slowly breathing form on the bed.

Guilt washed through him in sudden, powerful waves.

If I hadn’t let you walk out would you still be in here?

Sirius took a breath and it shuttered its way through him. That was stupid. It had been months ago. There’s no way of knowing…

“Fuck.” He breathed, shuffling a little and looking around. He thought about sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t sure what Remus would do- how he would feel- when he woke up, and he didn’t think close proximity was the best way to find out. He pulled at the stool by the wall instead, wincing when it scraped against the tiles much louder than he had anticipated. He picked it up, placing it next to the bed carefully. He sat awkwardly and straight.

He might have sat there for hours, might have been minutes. Time passed sluggishly, then seemed to speed up, then slow again. His eyes slipped closed, he slumped forward onto the bed, just as dawn was filtering through the blinds and casting lines of warm light across Remus’ face.

Be okay. Sirius said it even in his dreams. Please be okay.

He woke up to a light tapping at his shoulder, long fingers shaking gently. It took him seconds to remember where he was and he sat up too fast, straining his neck.

“Fuck- Remus-“ His eyes went right to Remus, eyes roaming his face, searching for any alarming reasons for Remus to be waking him.

Perhaps the most alarming part of that search was that Remus didn’t look alarmed at all. Or that his hand had slid down Sirius’ shoulder and into his palm. Or that his fingers were gripping Sirius’.

Sirius stared at their hands for a moment, before slowly looping his fingers around Remus’ too, “Remus…”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just looked at their hands too. His eye was fully swollen now, cheek pushing it closed a little, but his lip looked slightly better. The bandage on his chest was clean so Sirius guessed that was good. And Remus just sat there, holding his hand. Sirius’ heart beat. He was utterly helpless against the feeling of Remus’ cool fingers, so utterly helpless.

“Before I blacked out,” Remus’ voice was barely there. He coughed weakly, but shook his head when he saw Sirius eye the cup of water on the bedside table.

“Before I blacked out,” he began again, eyes moving back to their hands, “I was thinking about you.”

Sirius was so, so helpless, “Re…”

“I was hoping they’d call you. I couldn’t remember if..” He coughed again, and this time Sirius took matters into his own hands, holding the cup out. When Remus didn’t take it, he raised it to Remus’ lips, but Remus covered the top, shaking his head, “I was coming to you-“ Another coughing fit but Sirius barely heard it this time.

I was coming to you.

Sirius stared at Remus, wide-eyed. He felt his heart frantically trying to keep up with his lungs, “God, Remus. God, if something had really gone wrong, if you-“

“I’m not-“ He cut himself off again and Sirius sighed.

“For fuck sake, drink.” He didn’t let Remus refuse this time.

When Remus had drained half the glass he let his head fall back against his pillows, eyes staying on Sirius, and hand gripping tighter, “I’m not blaming you. I’m not, Sirius, listen to me. Jesus.”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He pressed his lips to Remus’ knuckles, encasing the chilly hand in both of his own. If something had happened if something had happened his mind kept replaying. He would had never known. You would’ve never got the chance to tell him.

Remus’ eyes flutter at the small gesture and he sighs, “I missed you. God, I’ve missed you so much, Pads, and look, look what happened. We can’t-“ Sirius hears the heart monitor pick up and he shifts onto the edge of the bed, hand pushing through Remus’ hair, trying to calm him.

“We can’t waste a day.” Remus’ eyes are pleading and golden in the dawn light. He breathes for a second, turning his face into Sirius’ palm, “I can’t spend another day. Not like this. Not without you. Anything can happen at any time and- and if something happened and I didn’t have you-“ The monitor starts to pick up again and Remus’ chest is heaving against the bandages and Sirius does the only thing he can think of.

He kisses Remus. It’s soft, and more on the corner of his mouth than anything, to avoid his injury, but its like he can breathe again. His thumb runs along his jaw as he pulls away, forehead against forehead,

“Take it easy love, okay? You don’t have to spend-“ He closes his eyes, “Fuck, Re. Fuck, if you’ll have me you never have to spend another fucking second without me. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t leave your side. I’d never…” Sirius just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “Okay?”

Remus’ eyes are hooded and sleepy when Sirius looks back to him, but he’s smiling. A smile Sirius knows is reserved just for him, and one he hasn’t seen in a lifetime.

Sirius’ thumbs lightly over the swollen part of Remus’ lip, “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I- fucking hell, Re-“ His voice breaks at the end and he can’t continue.

“I know.” Sirius’ can feel the heart monitor on Remus’ finger press into his cheek, “I was scared too.”

anonymous asked:

Yes Mildred I see you have grey hair and wrinkles. I know you have grandchildren and a portable oxygen tank. I understand that you've been here before and I've rung you up for age restricted items. You know you are over 18. I know you are over 18. The computer does not. I still need to scan your ID in order to sell you spray paint. Stop asking for the manager every time you come here. He also will ask for your ID. We have this conversation every time you come in please just stop already.

Jesus Christ I don’t know why people get so pissy about this. I’m 33 and not getting any younger. ID me and I’m over the fucking moon even though I know it’s a requirement and not a statement on how old I look. THEY DON’T KNOW THAT THOUGH! Enjoy the bliss of ignorance, dammit, and bask in the “I’m still young” glow that is being IDed for alcohol. -Abby

Feels Like Flying (James Potter x Reader)

Harry Potter: Marauder’s Era

James Potter x Reader

Plot; The reader and James are in 5th year, and the reader is a muggleborn who has been taking ballet since six years old. James finds her in the astronomy tower dancing, after a night of werewolf protecting, and develops an interest for her. 

a/n; ok, so just to get this out of the way, I don’t know anything about ballet/dancing at all. (I took it for about two years when i was like five whoops.) but I had this idea and thought it was cute. so i apologize if i got anything wrong, or wrote something that didn’t make much sense to you dance people out there. I actually had to go and google search a lot of the names and stuff for this but I think it turned out alright. also, the gif is NOT mine, i just pulled it off the internet. anyway, enjoy!

Warnings; fluff

(Y/h) = your house

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = last name

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So I just went on a two week long road trip to see my favorite band twenty one pilots live 6 times. I got home about a week ago and I miss them so much. Anyways I always knew I was gonna get a tøp tattoo eventually but I’ve really been in my feelings since the trip and I was just like alright today’s the day. These boys have changed my life and I just need to express that. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted. I’ve had a lot of ideas but I wanted something that means something special to me and something a lot of other people wouldn’t understand and something I feel is underrated. So I decided on the line “I don’t know if I am dying or living” and I got it in the same font that Fall Away is written in on the back of self titled. These lyrics have always resided with me ever since I heard them. I think about them every single day and I’m not exaggerating at all. To me this line represents all of the questions about life I have. Like what am I doing, why am I here, etc. It’s one of those things that really makes you think about your purpose. We’re all simultaneously dying and living but the choice to “die or live” within that is ultimately up to me. I get to decide whether I want to live my life or just let it pass me by. My tattoo is a constant reminder of that choice. It also reminds me that it’s okay that I don’t know, it’s reassurance to me that it’s okay for me to be confused about my life and my purpose because I know Tyler and Josh and probably so many other people feel the exact same way. Also when they used to play Fall Away live josh wore super short shorts so that’s also a HUGE factor 😂 no but seriously these boys mean so much to me I can’t even put it into words. I feel like it’s only fair to make them my first tattoo in return for how happy they make me.


To the boys if you read this.

Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. I know you hear this a lot but you have honestly changed my life. I really have no idea where I’d be if your music wasn’t in my life. So thank you thank you thank you. It’s so weird that I have a tattoo now. I always thought I’d get a tattoo and have second thoughts or some sort of regret but I genuinely feel 100% content with my decision. It’s like all of your words and lyrics are already inside me now there’s just some outside of me too 😁 anyways I hope you guys know how grateful I am for you. Please never change. I love you🖤 @twentyonepilots @stillstreet