the 65's

Ask me! I'll answer honestly

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?
2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)
3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?
4: What was your favorite video game growing up?
5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:
6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?
8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]
9: Are you ticklish?
10: Are you allergic to anything?
11: What’s your sexuality?
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?
13: Are you a cat or dog person?
14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?
15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?
16: How tall are you?
17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]
19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?
20: Do you like space or the ocean more?
21: Are you religious?
22: Pet peeves?
23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?
24: Favorite constellation?
25: Favorite star?
26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?
27: Any phobias or fears?
28: Do you think global warming is real?
29: Do you believe in reincarnation?
30: Favorite movie?
31: Do you get scared easily?
32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?
33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]
34: What is a color that calms you?
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?
36: Where were you born?
37: What is your eye color?
38: Introvert or extrovert?
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?
40: Hugs or kisses?
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?
42: Who is someone you love deeply?
43: Any piercings you want?
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!
47: What is a sound you really hate?
48: A sound you really love?
49: Can you do a backflip?
50: Can you do the splits?
51: Favorite actor and/or actress?
52: Favorite movie?
53: How are you feeling right now?
54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?
55: When did you feel happiest?
56: Something that calms you down?
57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]
58: What does your URL mean?
59: What three words describe you the most?
60: Do you believe in evolution?
61: What makes you unfollow a blog?
62: What makes you follow a blog?
63: Favorite kind of person:
64: Favorite animal(s):
65: Name three of your favorite blogs.
66: Favorite emoticon:
67: Favorite meme:
68: What is your MBTI personality type?
69: What is your star sign?
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?
72: Post a selfie or two?
73: Do you have platform shoes?
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?
75: Can you do a front flip?
76: Do you like birds?
77: Do you like to swim?
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?
79: Something you wish didn’t exist:
80: Some thing you wish did exist:
81: Piercings you have?
82: Something you really enjoy doing:
83: Favorite person to talk to:
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?
85: How many followers do you have?
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?
87: Do your socks always match?
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?
89: What are your birthstones?
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?
92: A store you hate?
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?
95: Do you like to wear camo?
96: Winter or summer?
97: How long can you hold your breath for?
98: Least favorite person?
99: Someone you look up to:
100: A store you love?
101: Favorite type of shoes
102: Where do you live?
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?
105: Do you drink milk?
106: Do you like bugs?
107: Do you like spiders?
108: Something you get paranoid about?
109: Can you draw:
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?
111: A question you hate being asked?
112: Ever been bitten by a spider?
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:
116: Favorite cloud type:
117: What color do you wish the sky was?
118: Do you have freckles?
119: Favorite thing about a person:
120: Fruits or vegetables?
121: Something you want to do right now:
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?
123: Sweet or sour foods?
124: Bright or dim lights?
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?
126: Something you hate about Tumblr:
127: Something you love about Tumblr:
128: What do you think about the least?
129: What would you want written on your tombstone?
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?
131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?
133: Computer or TV?
134: Do you like roller coasters?
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?
136: Are your ears lobed or attached?
137: Do you believe in karma?
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?
139: What nicknames do you have/have had?
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?
144: What makes you angry
145: How many languages do you speak fluently?
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?
147: Are you androgynous?
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:
149: Favorite thing about your personality:
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?
152: Do you like BuzzFeed?
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?
156: What embarrasses you?
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:
158: Biggest lie you have ever told:
159: How many people are you following?
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?
161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?
162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?
163: Last time you cried and why:
164: Do you have long or short hair?
165: Longest your hair has ever been:
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?
168: Do you like to wear makeup?
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

Department of Education denied a college access to a low-income program over a text formatting error

  • The entire congressional delegation of Maine has accused Betsy DeVos’ Education Department of denying funds for a crucial program that helps low-income students go to college — all over a formatting error.
  • A letter obtained by Mic and sent by Sens. Angus King (I-Maine), and Susan Collins (R-Maine) as well as both of Maine’s House representatives, claimed that the Department of Education rejected an application by the University of Maine at Presque Isle to participate in the department’s Upward Bound Program in 2017.
  • Upward Bound is part of a package of federal education support program first established in the 1960s. It is designed to help high school students from low-income families complete high school and enroll in postsecondary education.
  • According to the letter, UMPI was denied two Upward Bound grants in 2017 because the school’s 65-page application included two infographics with text “1.5 line spaced instead of double spaced.” Read more (4/26/17)
monsta x stans

shownu stans - actually so soft? they love their little bear, want to pinch his lil cheeks, a hoe for his muscles (arent we all), “lipstick prince? i only know lipstick K I N G”, will never get over his shirt in the all in era. 

kihyun stans - 65% s a l t, claims that kihyun is not small, its a lie. he is so small and yall know it, actually busts a nut everytime kihyun sings, cries every time he smiles, is very protectiv of their lil man

wonho stans - constantly crying, will protect wonho til their death, honestly super soft pls dont be mean to them they will c r y, everytime they see wonhos tattoos they fucking die like its not even funny anymore, N E O Y A

minhyuk stans - they r constantly loud, yet also hate him for being loud its a weird combination, really emo whenever he posts selfies, #saveminhyuksroots activists, still in shock from his bad girl good girl performance, probably furries. 

hyungwon stans aka op - a mess, constantly crying over his visuals, his lines in songs r on repeat on their head, really soft, cant tell the different between him and a kitten, defensive, their camera roll is literally just him? family who?, wake up every single day telling everyone they love him, a slut for model!hyungwon, still hung up over when he cursed on no.mercy

jooheon stans - every time he dabs they loose ten years, they just have photos of him dimples thats it, really sweet, wouldnt hurt a fly, they adore him, they have “rhythm” playing at their funeral as we speak

changkyun stans - probably run an instagram meme page, everytime someone mentions no.mercy they burst into tears, really soft for him and his boyfriend selfies, confuses pictures of puppies and him, would actually die for him, a hoe for his deep voice

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Daaaaaamn. Love this submission. Keep them coming. Love hearing the stories behind some of these beauties.

This is my Dad’s ‘65 fastback 2+2. Took him about 2 years to restore. It’s technically a restomod, but the 302 he put in it makes it such a kickass car.

anonymous asked:

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Kind Of Squarzi

Today’s outfit is sort-of inspired by Alessandro Squarzi (the founder of Fortela) who’s image you would have no doubt seen all over the internet (usually for an article showing stylish older men).

I’ve noticed that he likes wearing white jeans, a vest and a double-rider or M-65 jacket. It’s a great look that is easy to put together and relaxed. I’ve taken my cues from that but changed it a little - the jacket is a light overshirt and the jeans are faded blue not white. The chukkas are crepe-soled which makes them very comfortable to walk on and this shade of suede actually looks really good with dark denim.

Jacket - Engineered Garments

Vest - Man 1924

Shirt - River Island

Jeans - Orslow 107 Two Year Wash

Socks - Anonymous Ism

Shoes - Trenery

Prompt 65 with Yondu

65: That’s not gonna happen.

You had been friends with Peter for a few years. You had met when Yondu and his crew had landed on your planet and you decided you had to be a Ravager. Yondu had found your attitude hilarious and let you join them. You and Peter were around the same age and you immediately made friends with the somewhat goofy man. Peter had left but you stayed preferring the Ravager lifestyle to anything else. Peter had been gone for a while now but after Xandar he decided to come visit the old crew.
You were excited but also a little nervous. In the time that he had been gone you and Yondu had finally given in to the feelings you both had for each other. The two of you had gotten pretty intimate quickly.
Peter was due any time now but Yondu wasn’t having it. You were in your room and it started as innocent kissing. It never stayed innocent when it came to Yondu and soon he had you pinned to the bed. He was kissing down your neck and he had shrugged off his jacket and shirt. He had taken yours off at the start of all of this. He was about to move to take your pants off when the two of you heard the door open and a loud surprised shout echo through the room. You gasped and pushed Yondu off of you and next to you on the bed.
Standing in the doorway with wide eyes and slack jaw was your best friend Peter. You grabbed your shirt pulling it on quickly.
“That is not gonna happen.” He shouted trying to deny what he had seen, “you and Yondu that’s not happening.”
Yondu grinned wide looking at Peter, “Yer too late boy, already happened… a lotta times”
“Yondu!” You yelled as Peter turned around shaking his head and muttering to himself as he walked away.
“He’s pretty much my dad (y/n)! That’s so gross!” You heard Peter yell as he kept walking away.

Maybe Darkness finds Darkness

Evil Outlaw One Shot (Smut)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11702125/65/Life-and-Times-of-Outlaw-Queen

Well, this he hadn’t exactly been expecting. Regina is stunning, he hasn’t yet denied that even to her, but the Queen…she is…he’s not even really sure how to describe her. Their eyes are the exact same, and yet so much different. Where sad hopefulness resides in one, mischievous and irresistibly sultry swirls in the other. Everything about her is tantalizing. The slope of her jaw curving into a slender delicate line in her neck, perfect soft olive skin covering every inch of skin his eyes trail over. Damned be his train of thought of leaving this place when her breasts are pressed up for his endless viewing. Covered sinfully with dark elaborate silk and black diamonds that cinch down into her tiny waist, hugging the curves he’s seen on Regina.

Her smile had rooted him to the spot, a thumping in his heart when her leather gloved fingers brushed against his cheek, the peaking of her tongue licking across her lower lip. Maybe this is what he was supposed to be feeling for Regina. This lost sensation he’s heard her talk about over stories of her Robin. It’s indescribable. The tug in his gut at the sway of the Queen’s hip. The burning in his lungs to her rich perfumed smell. Even her voice had his chest constricting, a low glow that saunters seductively into his ears. She is bloody perfect. Stories of the Enchanted Forest be damned. He can’t find a single fuck to give for her past, not when the present is standing right in front of him, tugging playfully at the lapels of his coat in a way that has his cock stirring.

“So tell me, Mr. Locksley.” The Queen drawls out, eyeing him up with a glint, “Has Regina not been treating you well?” Her body presses into him, the groan catching in his throat feeling her tits brushing his chest. “Seems if you’re so keen on running away, I already know the answer.” She scratches against the stubble on his neck, “Such a pity, she just doesn’t seem to see you for you.” That is an understatement. Regina looks at him and see’s the other Robin. It’s frustrating. He’s not that man. He can’t be that man. Doesn’t want to be in fact. “I on the other hand understand you.” The Queen pouts, taking a step back from him, a step he is loathe to allow. Adjusting himself lest she see the effect she is having on him, Robin huffs, rolls his eyes and watches the way she watches him, her eyes trailing from boot to eyes, lingering on rather inappropriate places longer than others.

“What makes you think you know me so well?” He pokes back, waiting to see if she will take the bait.

“I know you better than you think.”

“Is that so, Your Majesty.”

She hums, taps a slender finger to her lips before turning back to him, a slight gasp escaping at the proximity of his body to her own, a distance he’d closed without her realizing apparently. He smirks smugly at her, Good, at least she too is rather affected by this…whatever this is. “Well for one, I think you’d have loosened an arrow at me by now.”

“True.”

“Why haven’t you.” She leans into him, and there they are again, her bloody perfect breasts pushed into his face. God. He wants to burying himself into them, squeeze and tug at her nipples till she is gasping and crying out his name. Swallowing down his need to taste her mouth, he tilts his head down, inhaling heavy, watching her watch the way her hands move up and down with the movement just above his heart. If her past is any indication he should be rather afraid of the fingers that curls into the fabric just above his precious organ. “Probably for the same reason you haven’t reduced me to a pile of ash with your magic.”

She eyes him up curiously.

“I have heard of Robin and Regina’s connected fate.”

A dark eyebrow cocks, a smile creeping into her cheeks, “True Love?.”

“Soulmates.” He retorts, treading his hands around her back, testing to see if she will let him touch her. She arches slightly into his palms, his hands bowing at the top of her ass, presenting it delectably for his grasping. He does. Takes the leap and palms her backside full, forcing her hips to come into contact with his own, the hum she bites back with a gasp is pure sin to his ears. The thought that maybe the stinging in his heart is from a destined tether. Perhaps he doesn’t feel what Regina has explained to him of her love with Robin because he isn’t her soulmate, perhaps light is meant for light and darkness for darkness.

“An interesting notion if you’re into all that nauseating nonsense.”  She darts back, letting her eye wander his face.

“Not really.” He lies, turning them so her back is against the tree, his thigh wedging between her legs, her groan spurring his action on to explore more of her body she is so willingly to allow him to touch. And touch he shall. Starting with her hips, pinning her effectively between his erection and the bark of the tree.  

She moves before he can do it first. Her lips claiming his own, hot and greedily as her arms wrap around his shoulders and tug at his hair, pulling him closer. If possible, he’d have melted on the spot, tasting her. It’s thick and sweet, something he can’t quite put his finger on, but is happy to drown in it all the same what with her tongue prodding into his mouth. She pulls back, much to his dismay, her lips curved into an impish delectable smile. Her tongue swipes along her lips, tasting him with a purr. “My my, Regina doesn’t know what she is missing.”

His leg presses between her own, letting her weight sink on to him, a grind in her hips sending a shiver up his spine. “Maybe I prefer something darker.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows raise matching the devilish smile that splits wider, “And tell me, Robin Locksley, “ She tugs him closer, warm breath ghosting across his face, his eyes remaining trained on the red shade of her lips, “Just how dark did you have in mind?” Her mouth brushes against his teasingly.

He crushes her to him, a hand fisting into her hair. It’s sloppy and wet, and down right incredible. His other hand veers from her hip, ghosting upwards skimming along her ribs and groping eagerly at her breasts. They feel just as amazing as they look. Better even. Soft and full in his palm as she arches harder into him. She pushes at his coat, licking a line from his mouth across his jaw and down his neck, nipping sharply at his adam’s apple. “Gods.” He groans following her path into her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, biting and soothing as many spots as he can. Jacket divested, she moves onto his shirt, ripping them apart for a moment as she pulls it over his head, tossing into the fire, the material burning up in a second.

Her nails rake across his back, over his shoulders and down his chest, leaving red thin lines behind. He hopes they scar. Wants to walk around for the rest of his days with her brand emblazoned on him. And fair is only fair. The jewel encrusted cloak she wears following suit as he pushes it from her body, and this woman is a down right evil witch. The corset is leather, strung together tight enough he wonders how she can breathe. Best to rid her of it, lest she suffocate.

He mouths his way down her chest, fumbling at the ties at the base of her spine. Bloody garment refusing to part. “Need some assistance outlaw?” She chuckles darkly into his ear, rolling her hips into his pelvis near painfully hard against his cock. His fingers find the small knife in his pocket, slicing it through the silk laced ties that hide her body from him. She growls as the corset falls ruined from her body, and he’d care, but she is bare in front of him. Goosebumps covering from navel to nipple. And god her nipples are perfect. Tight and pink, begging to be sucked on. Well if he must.

The Queen sighs, bites her lower lip and cards sharply through his hair, directing him to do just that, lick and suck at her. Her head swirls at the heat of his tongue, a hard contrast against the cold air. She hisses as his teeth nip at her, tugging before his tongue slides over her breast, his hands squeezing them together, hard, just how she likes it. A bit rough, no sappy gentle touches. “You’re tits are amazing.” He groans between her skin, the stubble scratching in a way that has her thighs tensing and clenching around his leg still graciously wedge between her own. Grinding down onto his leg, she swallows back a tight moan, the seam of her pants rubbing against her clit.

His hands fall away, much to her disappointment, she likes her breasts to be attended too, but her eyes drift open enough to see him falling to his knees, lifting his hands to tug at the leather pants, and she was never one to wear undergarments, finds them all to restricting and just another barrier before she gets what she wants. “Christ. Fucking hell.” He lifts a leg over his shoulder, hooking her around him, she can see the hunger in his eyes, the way he licks his lips has her pooling hot where she throbs for some attention.

If he had any thought that this trip wasn’t worth the irritation of dealing with the townspeople, that’s all but flown out the window now that he is kneeling in front of who he believes to be probably the most perfect specimen of a woman he’s ever seen. He will devour this woman, make her cum and shake with just his tongue. And Robin is nothing if not persistent. He palms himself through his breaches, trying to give him some reprieve as he dots a string of kisses along her lips, sucking lightly, licking between her folds. Her fingers grip his hair, directing him where she needs it, he denies her. Reveling in the desperate arch of her hips as he makes his way to where her hip and cunt join, biting at the tender skin.

“I’m growing impatie—Aaah!” Her snapping giving way to a breathless moan as his lips close around her clit, sucking hard, the stubble on his jaw a pleasant sensation as he feasts on her arousal. She tastes incredible, the feeling of her legs quivering around him even better, she is shaking and he wants her to fall. He hears something along the lines of using his fingers to fuck her, and he groans against the feel of wetness that slides down his hand as he cups her from behind, teasing and prodding where it gathers. God she is wet, wet and hot, and tight and fuck, his other hand pumps his begging cock, faster as he presses into her, curling up and sliding slowly back out.

He’ll stay in this godforsaken town so long as he is allowed to finger fuck this woman for the rest of his life. It would be more than worth it.

She bucks and twists, grinds down into his fingers with a hitched scream, and it’s like he knows where to touch, where to press, finding the rough patch of skin inside that has her doubling over, fingers clawing brutally into his shoulder blades as he continues to suck and lick and fuck her. He can feel the way her walls tremble, the quiver and clenching against the relentless thumping of his fingers into her.

“Let me taste your orgasm.” He growls between her thighs, doubling in the effort as he leaves his own arousal to grip her backside, hauling her impossibly closer to his mouth. It’s apples. She tastes like apples. Everything about her is sweet and sinful.

She growls, slams her head back into the bark with a thud as she does exactly what he asked for and coats his tongue with her climax, rolling her hips slower into the easier pace of his fingers, drawing out every last drop against the flat strokes of his tongue. He lets her hand push his mouth away, a sloppy pop as he relents his mouths grasp on her, and for a second he’s caught off guard by just how bloody stunning she is. Dazed and lust filled gaze sweeping down at him. He stands, brushes a damp curl from her face, and licks his lips, humming smugly as she catches her breath.

“We make a good pair.” She chuckles, letting him hoist her up into his arms, her hand twirling fractionally to release him of his tented pants. She rocks into him, bumping his erection between her thighs, laughing darkly at the groan he spills into her mouth. She’s a goddess, a stunning regal dark angel around him, sin and sweat slicking up his cock, and she is so bloody wet, so hot and greedy as he sinks into her. Her hands tangle into his hair with a moan, her hips moving and twisting to take every last inch of him, her demand for him to fuck her a prayer sent from the Gods as he rutts into her, hard.  Hard enough he knows the tree bark with scrape her perfect skin, and while she is free to tear into his own flesh, he’ll be damned if a single mark is left on her. He goes to move, shifts to wrap around her waist and lay her on the softer ground.

“No.” Her thighs clench around his waist, walls around his cock, “Here. Fuck me here. Against this tree.” He stills for a moment, caught between wanting to give into her demands and let his small streak of chivalry take over. “Robin.” She tugs his jaw towards her, a dark glow in her eyes, “Now.” Well if it’s what the Queen wants. He spins her back into the tree, drawing himself slowly from her heat before thumping back inside, and she makes this noise, these bloody sounds that stroke his ego beautifully, has his pace picking up quicker as she claws and mewls for him. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, thighs clench and grip around his ass, her heels digging into his backside. He buries himself into her, tits and cunt all at the same time, biting down on the supple flesh where he can, his hands gripping her ass, forcing the roll of her hips to take him inside harder, deeper, far enough he can hear her cursing to not stop, she is so close, so fucking close, and thank god, his restraint can only last so long with her arousal slicking and puddling across his thighs.

“God! Fuck!” She pants, losing her breath as he feels her finally clench and cum around him, her hips erratically squirming as he pumps through her orgasm, wanting to give her as much as she can and then some should he deem fit. Her tongue licks across his jaw, sucks on his ear as she breathes out heavily “Come for me Robin, only for me.” Her command is his wish. With a hard final raps of his cock in and out of her, he spills, climbs over the proverbial edge and lets her cunt drain him dry.

His arms shake from holding her up, but he will not release her from his hold just yet, not until he is certain she will allow him to do that all over again, sooner rather than later if he is hopeful. It’s with a playful kiss she grants him that wish, letting her tongue tease his lips, “Seems the darkness likes you.”

Perhaps she is right. Maybe darkness is meant for darkness. And if she wills it, he will follow her down the tunnel. So long as he is allowed to fuck her again.

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I found peace in solitude. *mostly plus sizes*

(store links below)

a $27 / b $11 / c $26 / d $17 / e $25 / f $62 / g $14 / h $8 / i $19 / j $23 / k $15 / l $50 / m $22 / n $47 / o $38 / p $36 / q $65 / r $21 / s $28 / t $25 / u $16 /  v $20 / w $60 / x $25 / y $16 / z $25 / aa $13 / ab $56 / ac $18 / ad $19 / ae $17 / af $14 / ag $33 / ah $14 / ai $20 / aj $25 / ak $25 / al $13 / am $35 / an $30 / ao $20

MASTURBATORY POST: Doom is a great and enduring character because he’s like 65% of the world’s collective id unleashed. Be perfectly honest: if your super-ego went offline and you had the capability to combine magic and sorcery to wrest power form your enemies and carve out a country where everyone had to FINALLY LISTEN TO YOU and also name a bunch of shit after yourself, wouldn’t you? 

First priority: destroying enemies and responding to all threats to the Self with nukes? That’s some id shit right there.