talk to me from the future

Alright, Dogblr and friends, talk cars with me for a bit.

I’m gonna be in the market for a new car. I’d like something that I could crate two dogs (50lb Baylee and possibly of similar size Future Puppy) in with room to spare and something with good gas mileage bc I commute (74 miles/100 minute drive - roundtrip) to Uni at least twice a week from August until May. I might be going the gently used route, but new is also a possibility bc I need to find a dealer/car combo with a good warranty in case of faulty parts or something.

I’ve been looking at the Kia Soul and the Hyundai Santa Fe (leaning towards the prior). Both seem like strong contenders atm. (Bonus: my boyfriend’s mom works at the Kia dealer and might be able to hook me up with something)

But are there any reasonably priced small-medium sized SUVs I should also consider? Any and all suggestions are welcome!


(Note: I really hate my current ‘04 Chevy Impala sedan….so pls no Chevys…nothing but issues with my old POS. Gonna try my hardest to avoid another sedan too, but feel free to suggest anyway.)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I am writing to you, because i have no one who i could say this :") and i need any answer or smth. My parents are homophobes. Recently my besties with who i am in love told me that she loves me. We are together and we thinking about out future. We have maaany plans! I want to tell this to my parents, but they wouldnt understand and i am scared that they will banish me from flat...

Ahh love I am so sorry. I think best option is to get a steady job so that you are able to afford essentials, and then and then only bring the subject up to your parents. If they accept you (which sounds unlikely) it’s good. If they don’t and as you said banish you from the flat, you have a job, you have someone who loves you. You two will make things work. I wish you luck. lots of love xx

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Malala is spending her 20th birthday fighting for girls’ education in Iraq

  • It’s been a big week for Malala Yousafzai.
  • On Friday, the women’s rights advocate announced from her newly launched Twitter account that she’d graduated high school.
  • “Graduating from secondary school … is bittersweet for me,” she wrote. “I’m excited about my future, but I know that millions of girls around the world are out of school and may never get the opportunity to complete their education.”
  • Yousafzai, not one to waste any opportunity, is already at work trying to help other girls have the same chance. 
  • On Tuesday, she celebrated her 20th birthday a day early in Iraq by way of her “Girl Power Trip,” an initiative that involves Yousafzai traveling around the world to talk to girls who have struggled trying to access education. Read more (7/12/17)

An Aquarius looked at me, and smiled. She places a hand on my cheek and said, “I’ve watched people come and go out of my life, and here I am hoping you’d be different..”

An Aries looked at me, she slowly inched herself closer to me. Planted a kiss on my lips and said, “I hate you’re so damn emotional. I hate you for reading me like a book, but my god, you make me so damn vulnerable.”

A Cancer looked at me and smiled. She slowly sat up and placed herself ontop of me, looking down at me. She grabbed both of my hands and squeezed it softly and said, “You’re the one. I can feel it, and I’m serious…”

A Capricorn placed her cigarette back in the ashtray and looked at me, she slowly grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her and scooted herself closer and smiled at me and said, “I would never want you to let go of me.. Got it?”

A Gemini rubbed her butt on my crotch. A smile on her face. She turned around and asked for a kiss, then suddenly she pushed after it got heated and said, “Promise me, you’ll only look at me. Even when I’m distant, come and find me.”

A Leo looked at me and gaze into my eyes and said, “You’re always listening to me talk about myself. How about you start tonight because I’ve been dying to know about your day. Let’s start about our secrets. I’ll go first. I hate being a Leo..” She laughed at how silly the secret was and she kissed me and said she was just playing, and was going to tell me a real secret. We laid and talked, and we opened up a new level in our relationship. Trust.

A Libra came crawling to me and placed herself between my legs, she falls over and rests her head on my chest and smiled at me. We stayed like this for minutes and we talked about her work and how her day was, and did nothing but talked the whole night.

A Pisces laughed and slowly sat up, she sat ontop of me and grabbed my hands and kissed them softly. She smiled down at me, squeezing my hands in hers. Suddenly tears rolled down her cheek, but she laughed softly and said, “I don’t know what to feel around you, but they’re good. They’re good feelings and you.. you bring out the best in me.”

A Sagittarius rubbed my back as we laid in silence. Then suddenly she lets out a sigh and played with my hair and said, “I don’t know what to do with you. You make me think too much, and I can’t stop. You make me crazy, you stupid fool.” She laughed and continued to play with my hair.

A Scorpio turned to me one night and whispered enough for me to hear, “I love you. I know I don’t say it to you as much, and I know you. You need reassurance every day, and I’m sorry that I don’t know how to express myself like you want me to, but.. I love you, so very much. I just want you to know that you’re the best gift life has given me, and I appreciate you. I love you.” She then leaned down to kiss my cheek and then slowly punched my back playfully. “You asshole..” she giggles.

A Taurus rested her head on my chest as I played with her hair. Suddenly she began to talk about how we met, and how she saw me and fell in love with me completely. How she was eager to show me into her world and bring a part of me that no one has ever seen out. She laughed and slowly inched closer to kiss my chin, and continued on talking about us. The Past. The Present. And our future together.

A Virgo pulled away from my arms, a soft smile on her face. She looks at me and then settles back into my arms and we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. She kissed my nose and said, “You only get to feel this once. Different in forms, but this, this is only once in a lifetime and you better not let me go, you hear me?”

—  Pillow Talk

YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma

SMACK!

The kids are…interacting with their peers. Yurio does his best to be a good dad, I mean, encouraging violence is bad regardless of the cause, right? (*sweatdrops at own childhood*)

Victor does not even try.

(Featuring OC kids Yasha and Shura daycare age, whatever that may be)

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BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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I feel so sick and I’m gonna pretend that it’s because of the alcohol and not you, and the fact that the lips on my neck tonight weren’t yours.
Everything I did with him should have been you, and now he’s attached and I’m still hurting and everyone’s cheering because someone else just took off their top , and all I can think about is how fucking in love with you I am, and how if you were here maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in a room with a bunch of half naked drunk teenagers,
And I guess I kept hoping you’d turn up and we could talk about the future and how you want to die just to find a way to come back alive again
But you never did turn up,
So I let him do what he wanted to do to me,
Because for once I just wanted to feel some affection,
Even if it wasn’t from you.
—  Parties
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12x23: “The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon but that we wait so long to begin it.”

13x01: “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”

(More of the quote from 13x01: “The time is coming, they think, in some far future, when they shall find leisure to enjoy each other, to stop and rest side by side, to discover to each other these hidden treasures which lie idle and unused.” “She never knew how I loved her.” “He never knew what he was to me.” “I always mean to make more of our friendship.” “I did not know what he was to me till he was gone.”)

Originally posted by fangirlofeverythingme

Everyone is drawing/writing Victor being appalled at Yuri for WTTM, but consider who we’re talking about here-

Victor “I am the MOST EXTRA” Nikiforov

The same Victor who, when HE was 16, wore a BONDAGE inspired costume for a WHOLE SEASON. (the very same costume his future husband would wear)

The Victor who, after ONE (1) night and ONE (1) online video, ran away from everything he had and flew to the other side of the world with his dick out.

You can’t tell me that Victor is anything but ecstaticaly proud of his smol son.

i’m trying not to let it in. it’s just that every time i look at you i feel something different. i know it’s silly because summer is coming like a boulder down a mountain. but i see you and think of better futures. my horoscope says “You want to tell a loved one just how much you care about them, but you can’t find the words.“ what words would there be. when i’m around you everything is lighter and i forget how to talk about things. i want to impress you too much to speak. i know it’s silly. today’s love sign says “You just need to walk past the fear, and all will be well.” what about if i kiss you. what about if i ruin this whole thing. there’s bruises on me from the last time we held on to it. that’s the thing about wounds, see. they still hurt in the morning.

Straight White Boy Problem #998

me: *leaving the house to see friends*

Dad: where are you going?

Me: just hanging with Zach and Miles what’s up

Dad: oh…its…nothing…*pulls up iphone to look at his stocks*

Me: ….what’s up

Dad: I just thought…ya know we could go play some soccer…

Me: *knowing my soccer days are well behind me* yeah..I’ll try…I gotta go dad…Miles and Zach are waiting on me

*As I exit the garage, I slowly realize that my dad invested a huge amount of his ego into me as a sports dad and even though I haven’t played sports in a while, he still remembers games and talks about them, even if I don’t remember. Was I such a big part of his ego that he couldn’t disassociate himself from my success in sports? Will I become a pushy sports dad and tell my children to relish the feelings of competitive sports? Is this what my future is like?*

I wanted to grab my phone and call him.” she stared at the photo she’s been holding for hours. She’s talking to her best friend, telling her about all the things she had been feeling these past few days. It had been a silent week for her. A week of gloomy days and drizzles from the grayish skies. A week of starless night and moonless sleep. A week of feelings she can’t truly describe.“ I don’t know the exact reason why I’m saying this to you. But I really wanted to talk to him. I need to hear his voice. I need to know that he’s doing fine. I need him to tell me that everything is going to be all right. I don’t know but now I feel that maybe, I need to hear it directly from him. Maybe he should tell me that he’s not coming back. That he’s going to avoid me forever even if we happen to cross each other’s path again in the future. Maybe he should tell me that everything is going to change and I can’t do anything about it. That I can’t make the impossible things happen, the way I wanted them to. I know he said it already, but maybe I need to hear it again and again, until it knocked me back to my senses. Until I believed that it was real. Until I believed that it was not just the scariest nightmare I’ve been through. Maybe someone needs to remind me that I need to finally loosen my grip to this photograph of him. That he’s no longer happy to be with me. That I need to finally let him go. For real.
—  ma.c.a // Tell me, You’re no longer mine

for 12K+ here!

this art is specifically from me to you all of guys, wanted to say thank you so much for sticking around and supporting me for almost 3 years (though this acc was made a year ago haha) and most of you are probably new here and welcome aboard!

we’re all here to chill and talk about shit stuff and art related haha. but seriously, you guys have given me confidence and inspired me to become better than i was before, to keep improving every single day both as an artist and a person. and because ramadan was just yesterday, i wanted to say i’m really REALLY sorry if i ever come across hurting y'all’s feelings and what not. i hope in the future i can be more open and mindful about certain things, and have fun a lot more w/ u guys along the way! thank you, again, from the bottom of this nerd’s heart. -Meg

btw, i was trying to paint and aim for a disney kinda art style but… eh-


ahhh, yes,,,, let me sit down and give an in depth interview about my personal life which i never talk about and my identity and my career and the future of the band which is very close to my heart after you posted an article about ‘the downfall of one direction’, consistently paint me as a womanizer and publish scandalous stories using my name from anyone who has taken a picture with me, made my massive solo debut out to be a flop while calling my approach snobby,,,,,,, let me do that,,,,,,,,,,,,,, after 6 years of you constantly talking shit and painting me to be an awful person,,,,,,,,,,,, that makes se nse

okay but imagine this. They decide to take Cas’ body back to the bunker, in hopes he will come back and will need his vessel. As they lift him, a sealed envelope slips out of the pocket of his trench coat. 

Dean eyes it, as does Sam.

After they lie Cas down in the back seat of the Impala. Dean goes back to retrieve the envelope and when he picks it up, his eyes widen. His name is written on the front in Cas’ handwriting.

He puts it into his jacket pocket and brushes it off when Sam asks what it is but the whole ride home, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Should I open it?

What did Cas write?

Would be a dick move to read it now that he’s gone?

And for the rest of the night, he stares at that envelope, curious as hell, but also scared out of his mind about what could possibly be on it. What did Cas need to tell him? Maybe it’s just notes about the Nephilim. Maybe it’s just info about Lucifer…

After a few glasses of whiskey, Dean slips his blade across the envelope and peeks inside to see a letter. He carefully pulls it out and opens it up, after swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. His eyes water as he reads the first line.


Dean,

I know you probably have a million questions as to where I am and why I took off again. While I would love to just tell you that I have a plan, I am really just going along with what I imagine to be the right thing.

Before I get into why I am writing you this letter, I need to apologize for stealing the Colt from you. I also feel terrible for going radio silent for all those weeks when I know you needed to talk to me. I can tell you all those excuses again, but in the end, I know you were hurt so for that, I am deeply sorry.

Now, I will tell you everything.

When the Nephilim powered me up, he showed me the future, or at least a possible one if he were to be born. He showed me a world of peace, bliss. No more monsters, no more evil, although there was still a balance, which we can get into later.

Dean, in this vision, I saw you and Sam. You both were happy. Content. You especially had this glow that I don’t think I have ever seen on you.

And what struck me was that I was there too. I was with you. Dean, we were together. As in… together. We were happy. In love. Unafraid of all the things that have been holding us back all these years.

I am smiling now just thinking of it. I know this must be shocking to you and perhaps a little far-fetched but I know what I saw, and if this is possible, then I will fight for that kind of future. For you. For Sam. For us. 

I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable, but I feel that you need to know. It’s time. You know I love you, and I know you feel the same way. Maybe we just need to do something about it, already.

Anyway, the purpose of this letter was to tell you about this wonderful thing I saw, so if it eases your mind just a little, then I have succeeded. Please trust me. That is all I ask right now.

Yours, 

Cas.


And Dean re-reads this letter over and over again until he practically memorizes it and when he finally lets it sink in, all he can do is sit back and smile, trying to imagine this future with Cas. 

Yea, I can do this. There must be a way to get him back. 

Did you wish that was you? // Shawn Mendes

Overview: Y/n has been in love with her best friend Shawn, she finally gets the courage to tell him but instead she finds him kissing another girl. He tracks her down and their feelings are revealed. 

Authors note: okay so this is not a request but I got some inspo last night and I really just wanted to write something 


“If you don’t say anything, Shawn’s never going to realise how his best friend is so in love with him,” Shay tells me, curling the last strand of her hair before flicking it over her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror.

“There’s no point. We have a great thing going and if I told him how I really felt- it would just ruin our whole friendship.” I scowl, annoyed at my lack of faith in myself to just tell Shawn how I feel.

“Y/n. I swear you may be book smart but you are not boy smart.” She giggles and I look at her questionably. 

“Excuse you, but I have a lot of knowledge on boys-”

“Oh honey,” Shay coos, patting my hand that was resting on the bench. “You both are actually so cute.” 

“What do you mean?” I start to pack up the make up brushes that Shay had been using.

“You’re into him. He’s definitely into you. You’re both too scared to tell each other how you feel. It pains me to watch the both of you together.” 

“He’s not into me.” I don’t look at her but I feel her turn to look at me. 

“Alright, listen. Tonight at the party. Shawn is going to be there and so are you. You’re going to go right up to him and tell him how you feel.” She holds my shoulders in a tight grip, forcing me to meet her eyes. “He leaves for tour day after next so if things really fuck up you won’t have to see him- deal?”

I nod hesitantly, stomach flipping at the prospect of what I was about to do.

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12.19 coda

holy fuck that hurt

It’s amazing, really. Castiel has blown him off, lied to him, stolen from him, and broken his god damn heart too many times to count today. But when Dagon raises her hand at him for what Dean thinks must be the last time, it’s still the worst he’s felt all week.

“No!” he screams, before all the breath is punched out of him at once. A golden glow takes over Castiel’s eyes, one that he hasn’t seen before.

He forgets to flinch when Castiel offers to fix his arm. He exposes the most vulnerable parts of himself, again, he never learns, and allows Castiel’s hand on him. His fingers hesitate over the folds of his sleeve, pressing more insistently when Dean doesn’t move away. He hates that he’s being cautious. No, he’s grateful for it. No, he - 

The familiar cold pulse of grace taking root steals his breath away.

“Are you ok?” he asks. Fragile and weak, like it always is with them.

The golden glow has left, but Castiel is still different somehow. He doesn’t slouch; he holds himself with all the confidence of someone that thinks themselves blameless. He’s seen that look at least once before, back when Castiel still liked to lie and go behind their backs for ultimately selfless reasons.

And he still asks Dean to trust him.

He would. He’s spent his day tracking phones and fixing trucks. It might hurt like a bitch, but this is all he has.

“Don’t,” he begs. A plea, a prayer.

Castiel drops his fingers to Dean’s head, and he doesn’t hesitate at all.

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Here are all the prints I made for the Normal Boots guys and Jesse Cox who attended IndyPopCon last weekend!

I actually started on these drawings a week before I left for my trip to San Francisco and Indianapolis. I had ideas for two more flipbooks before I realised I didn’t have anymore time to start on a new one. But in the end, I’m very glad I made these prints just so I could go up to the autograph stage and talk with them about my profession and how they’ve been an inspiration to me ever since I discovered their content.

So as you can see, I managed to get all of their signatures on that weekend! Plus some really nice compliments, a hug from Jirard, Paul, Satch and Jared, a video shout-out from Continue, a secret from Shane for his upcoming streams and a brief conversation about art and filmaking with Satch! All in all, I had an incredible time meeting these people and hope I can meet them again in the future!

Growing Up (Peter Parker)

word count: 967

prompt: Peter shows up at Reader’s apartment after a fight and Reader takes care of the wounded Spider-Man. Reader drops hints that they’re in love with Peter and the two end up talking about their future.

a/n: Because what teenagers don’t fear the future? I’m pretty sure this is the fluffiest thing I’ve written, but also it’s too real. 

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I wanted to love all of you. I wanted to be the reason you stopped cringing when your name was said. I wanted to be someone you could believe meant what they said when they called you beautiful. I wanted to show you that you were so much more than just beautiful. When existing tasted bitter I wanted to be your sweet relief. Why did we end up like this? We went from talking to radio silence, from evenings with warm laughter to chilling nostalgic nights. I wanted to spill myself out in front of you and not care about how messy things became, and I wanted you to do the same. I wanted you to let me in, but you just built more walls instead, adding more layers of brick until I could no longer scale them. You completely shut me out. Maybe the timing was off, and one day when we’re a little less broken or a little more reckless we’ll make sense. Or maybe not. I don’t know what the future holds. I used to think I did, or at least I hoped I was right about it, but I wasn’t in the end. Maybe I just wasn’t the one meant to brave your storm. Maybe I shouldn’t have hoped at all. Maybe your departure would’ve hurt less that way. It doesn’t really matter now, does it? You’re another crease I couldn’t iron out, another poem left unfinished. I don’t regret you, though. I don’t regret you.
—  “I just wanted you to let me in.” // Maxwell Diawuoh