this band makes me really happy

5 Things That I Like About Myself

1. My nose is really, really small and cute! I think that it’s adorable and I love it a lot!! 

2. My hair! It’s wavy and it’s a really lovely medium blonde color. I think my hair is very pretty! 

3. I like my taste in music! I listen to a lot of bands and singers that’re amazing, in my opinion. I like Mumford & Sons, Coldplay, The Decemberists, Neutral Milk Hotel, Gorillaz, EXO, Seventeen, Ed Sheeran, Ellie Goulding, and more! They’re all great!! 

4. I really like the way that I understand myself. I know who I am and that makes me so happy and content with myself and my life. 

5. And finally, I absolutely love my art style. I don’t know how to describe the way I draw other than “one of a kind” and “creative”. I love the way that I make my art!!

journal jar challenge

100 journal prompts for you to pick out each day: make and decorate a little jar, write all these prompts on bits of paper (or just print them out) and put them in the jar, and then pick out one each day and write about it in your journal. if you are thinking about starting one, this is a good excuse to start!

1. your favourite band right now
2. the last concert you went to
3. dear ______, here is something ive never told you
4. yourself
5. body positivity
6. what kept you awake last night?
7. food
8. some things that make you happy
9. cultural appropriation
10. colours
11. dear past me
12. fluffy blankets
13. highs and lows of today
14. a playlist for when you are feeling sad  
15. how did you feel this morning?
16. your favourite book 
17. your friends
18. ten quotes you love
19. someone you really want to punch
20. dear future me
21. your pets
22. the most fun you have ever had
23. your sunshine
24. what did you dream last night? 
25. what are you worrying about?
26. places you have enjoyed visiting
27. a playlist for when you’re angry
28. what song makes you dance?  
29. draw your feelings
30. someone who inspires you 
31. how was your week?
32. write something down that you can’t tell a soul
33. who, from your past, would you not mind seeing?
34. something that scared you today
35. write a wishlist
36. what are the world’s problems today?
37. ten restaurants you love
38. what is your saddest memory?
39. what are you looking forward to?
40. a playlist for when you are happy
41. your favourite season
42. a headline from the newspaper today
43. what did you learn this week?
44. write a letter to someone you need to forgive (this could be yourself).
45. how do you stand out from the crowd?
46. short term goals
47. what would you like to do today?
48. list your otps
49. what have you been thinking about the most today?
50. your strangest talent
51. thoughts on religion
52. reality check: something you need to realise but can’t admit to yourself
53. do you believe in karma?
54. what is your greatest weakness and strength?
55. do you feel like you belong?
56. five songs that make you smile
57. are you happy with yourself?
58. a memory with a family member
59. why you are grateful for someone
60. where are you right now?
61. someone you admire
62. a good movie you watched recently
63. what can you smell right now?
64. dear ______, i love you because
65. a playlist for when you’re uninspired
66. the worst place you have been to
67. a song that really resonates with you
68. what does your dream room look like?
69. what is the weather like right now?
70. if you wanted someone to really understand who you are, what would they have to read, listen to, and watch?
71. where do you see yourself in 10 years?
72. have you been bullied?
73. are you an artist?
74. one word that describes your mood
75. how are you feeling, pal?
76. do you feel you were born in the wrong era?
77. something that inspires you to become an activist
78. what do you dislike about yourself and why?
79. something that makes you laugh
80. top ten movies to watch
81. who is the most supportive person in your life right now?
82. make a collage that is aesthetically pleasing for you
83. don’t hold back, just vent until your hand hurts
84. if you were an animal, what animal would you be?
85. who do you miss?
86. first five words that come to your mind
87. do you sometimes doubt your existence?
88. a playlist for dancing to
89. long term goals
90. the most disappointed you have ever been
91. how are your relationships with others going?
92. your ideal world
93. paste an image here
94. somewher you would like to be right now
95. why are you upset?
96. talk about your best friend
97. ten people you want to meet
98. a poem you like
99. your favourite story
100. what makes you smile?

YO OKAY

SO I finally got myself together and wrote the SoC next-gen AU that I’ve been talking about. Yaay! 

Special thanks to @savagekaz , @henrymarsette , @dirtyhandsnet and everyone else who was passionately encouraging me to write this thing. It makes me really happy and I hope you like this. <3

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Six years after the events of Crooked Kingdom…

As Kaz Brekker stared out the fourth-floor window, he twirled the slim gold band around his ungloved finger, trying not to imagine it where it should be: on the slim dark finger of a girl who was most likely dead and gone.

He heard her voice in his head, a painful but welcome reminder. “Don’t be so dramatic, Kaz,” she’d say with that endearing eyeroll he had come to love.

“Then come home,” he’d say to her now.

He looked out his office window, moving until he could see Fifth Harbor, his eyes lingering on The Wraith ’s berth.  Through the dark night and pouring rain, he couldn’t see much, but it was the thought that counted.  That berth had been empty for three years, her captain and crew lost somewhere between Novyi Zem and Ketterdam.  Kaz had tried to bring her home, had deployed his every resource, even asked Nikolai for help at great (and often irritating) expense, but the ship had vanished.

And with it had been the girl he wanted to marry. [Read on Ao3]

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Cosmere music reccomendations!

Okay so @wymaricle recently introduced me to Stormwall, a song by the band Vargar and inspired by The Stormlight Archive. How cool is that! It’s a really beautiful song and definitely makes me thinks of storms and epic fantasy.

But wait, that’s not all! On my travels I also discovered a bunch of other cosmere inspired songs:

  1. Song Of Secrets (by The Darkeyed Musician who has a lot of good stuff actually)
  2. Vin’s theme (this is gorgous, I get a real sense of a young Vin first discovering her powers)
  3. Twinborn (Very Steampunk!)

And maybe I’m just stupid and everyone has already heard of all these, but I want to make sure because they’re all wonderful.

(This list is by no means exhaustive. There is lots out there)

*cries because this fandom is so creative*

Floor Jansen makes me so happy because she’s like really gorgeous but also has big arms and she’s muscly and really big she’s taller that the guys in the band and she’s full of tattoos but she’s classy af and has this really siren-like voice but surprise motherfucker she also growls and has a very powerful metal voice and her smile is so beautiful and she’s like a cinnamonroll but could also kill you and is also one of the kindest people out there and I love her so much thank god for Floor Jansen

Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

So it turns out that the class I help with at the school loves me, which makes me feel happy and special.

It also turns out that working with little kids is great therapy because you literally have no time to think, between putting band-aids on scrapes, telling a group that they have to be quiet, and making sure kids don’t cut their fingers off. 

You don’t have time to overthink things while your subconscious sorts through it all. It feels really nice. 

If you like kids, have a day spare a week, and need to hang out with 20 happy short people, I would recommend looking into volunteering at your local public school. 

Dating Dean Winchester would Include…


-meeting each other by accident when you, a retired hunter and cop, arrested him for trespassing

-him flirting with you the whole time and you pretending not to like it

-him getting super jealous all the time cause in his mind you’re way too good for him

-really he gets jealous of anyone that so much as looks at you

-he once threatened a guy for complimenting the band on your shirt

-helping each other during hunts

-*casually discussing dinner plans while decapitating a vamp*

-him telling you the cheesiest pick up lines even even after you started dating

-”hey baby, if I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?”

-”Dean we are in the middle of sex.”

-Sam loving you because you make his brother so happy

-Sam having many mental scars from walking in on you two because Dean likes to do it around the bunker

-staying up late with Dean just talking or cuddling when he can’t sleep

-you always wanting to cuddle with him

-he acts like he doesn’t like it but secretly he probs loves it more than you do

-him not knowing what he did to deserve you

-tag team hustlers

-you distract the guy while dean takes the money

-him being completely and utterly in love with you

-like seriously he didn’t know he could feel that much until you came around

-you loving him back just as much

-you and Sam bonding over embarrassing stories of dean’s childhood.

-”He used to dress up as batman everyday.”

-”Shut up Sam!”

-having little fights about dumb things that neither of you really care about

-make up sex afterwards

-having huge fights which include screaming and throwing things, and one of you ends up storming out

-the other waiting up until they get back

-intense make up sex afterwards

-him being the best guy you’ve ever been with, in all aspects (wink wink)

-him cooking breakfast for you since he almost always wakes up first

-him laying in bed watching you because you’re just so beautiful

-he get turned on by like everything that you do

-bite your lip, turned on, bend over turned on, looking his direction, turned on

-you trying your best to help him with the mark of Cain

-your whole world falling down around you when you hear that he’s dead

-nearly sobbing the whole time when he comes back as a demon and tried to kill you and Sam

-Demon Dean coming on to you and trying to convince you to come with him but you refuse, knowing he’s not your Dean

-when it’s all over, he hates himself for hurting you but you reassure him it wasn’t his fault and you still love him

-make up sex afterwards

-just being the ultimate power couple

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Hi, so this is my All Time Low tattoo. They’ve been my favourite band since i was 13 and they if anyone has been the reason i’m stil here. I choose this lyrics from one of their early songs “Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies” because it is one of my favourite songs of theirs and that piece of lyrics has always helped and inspired me to stay here and make the most out my life. There’s not much more to say about it, but i’m really happy i got it.

( Also my ig is @ vinylprinsessan , since you said you should write it ) 

i probably started listening to Gorillaz when i was maybe 12 or 13 and i’ve enjoyed their music ever since. For a long time really, i thought of it as just some nice music and pretty dandy animation and characters. But i’ve only realized just last year that the band is so much more than that. 

How political and endearingly gross it is for it’s grittiness of reality. I’m really happy they’re making more music. 

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hey friends i’m really happy bc i played this cover of my favorite band with my favorite local musician! 

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Honestly I love how far GNR have come. I’m so happy that they’re doing this reunion tour, even though its not the entire band reuniting. They all seem so happy and healthy. Also it seems like theres much better chemistry than before.

It just makes me really happy to see them this happy.

Clarification

December 16 2009

When I quit the band, over a year ago, we were on an indefinite hiatus. There was no drama or anger involved, and the other guys were very understanding. They are supportive of my doing whatever makes me happy and that goes both ways.

To put it simply, my musical interests have led me in a different direction. Upon rejoining, and throughout my time in the band, I was very excited about exploring the musical possibilities inherent in a rock band, and doing so with those people in particular. A couple of years ago, I began to feel that same excitement again, but this time it was about making a different kind of music, alone, and being my own engineer.

I really love the band and what we did. I understand and value that my work with them means a lot to many people, but I have to follow my interests. For me, art has never been something done out of a sense of duty. It is something I do because it is really fun, exciting, and interesting. Over the last 12 years, I have changed, as a person and artist, to such a degree that to do further work along the lines I did with the band would be to go against my own nature.  There was no choice involved in this decision. I simply have to be what I am, and have to do what I must do.

Sending love and gratitude to you all.

anonymous asked:

From what I gather Punkle Stan is in a band? (I am hoping one of C-382's many bands?) If so what does he play?

He actually hasn’t really been in a band yet except for occasionally backing in his old ex Jimmy Snakes’ band but he doesn’t like mentioning that and mostly pulls roadie gigs or is stage security for various bands he’s toured around with. If he were to join a band though.. he’d probably be lead vocals. ;)

unpopular opinion

so not everyone will agree with me but

it pisses me tf off to still see iheart gifs and pics going around

it was four years ago

billie’s sober now??? he’s worked so hard to get to this happy, healthy point in his life and we’re focusing on something four years ago???

billie doesn’t like it. he’s kinda laughed it off in interviews but it’s very clear that he’s embarrassed by it

he’s done so much amazing shit since then

he was basically killing himself in 2012 cause of all the drugs and alcohol and the meltdown at iheart is what opened the band’s eyes to his condition

anyway. billie joe armstrong is an amazing guy and it really makes me sad to still see iheart gifs

Grandpa gave Dad a book of poetry that belonged to his dad as a kid (so it’s old and smells really nice haha). When Mom was telling me about it, she was saying “it’s a collection of, do you know Shelley and Keats…?” so of course I’m immediately like “THE GUYS IN THE BAND.” And then tonight I looked through it and found the poem with “and the moonbeams kissed the sea” so I’m a happy Inspector Lewis fan.

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You knew Tate didn’t really have anyone to spend Christmas with and you also knew he probably didn’t have many happy Christmas’ so you intended on making this one great for him.

You ordered a few albums from his favourite bands and some cool t-shirts that you figured he may like. When he opened them on Christmas Day his eyes simply lit up.

“Thanks” Tate said taking his gifts out of the boxes. He had that cute smile on his face.
“No ones done anything like this for me in… well I guess ever”.

You gave him a hug. Seeing him happy made everything worth it.