this is literally all i did today



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This is my version of The Woodland.  The interior is a mix of frankly i don’t know >_<.  Under the cut is the “layout”.  Why? Because i did not decorate the bedrooms as i only started building it a today, like a while ago, just finished ^.^

  • Situated in Willow Creek
  • Cost $117 000
  • 30 x 20 Lot
  • No CC used but i literally used all of the expansions 

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i want so badly NOT act like an edgy high school atheist but honestly the older i get and the more history i study and the more i know the more i resent religion??? like okay cool tool of oppression… that literally encourages blind worship…. cool tool that has been used literarily for all of history in so many evil ways….. love this system that has actively killed gay people. and continues to encourage the mistreatment of the LGBT community today. literally a tool used by colonizers to justify imperialism and slavery. now when i drive by a church my first reaction is rage and my second reaction is heartbreak, for my grandparents who are mourning the fact that they are convinced i will go to hell, for all the gay people throughout history who were tortured by the thought that they would be punished for living their lives, for myself, being raised in the church, and all the damage it did to me and to other people i love. i really feel like church was psychologically detrimental to me, and i try so hard to believe that religion wants to be a force of good and that i shouldn’t hate it, that it has pure intentions. i believe the average religious person has good intentions, but as a historical and political force i just see the church as like…. this incredible evil. something that has done immense damage beyond what i can even express. and i really really resent it a lot.

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  • usa network
  • too many crackers
  • fucking green as fuck,,,whY
  • also usa network
  • “philukas” sounds better than “philkas”
  • the fandom is gross
  • srsly who decided green color grading would be a good idea
  • where tf is season 2
  • doesn’t deserve all the hate
  • did i mention usa network

Send me a subject & i will tell you everything i don’t like about it. 

Thats what you get for INSISTING on playing BBC even tho there has been PLENTY of chances where THEY SHOWED YOU it just DOESNT WORK ANYMORE! One of them is injured all the fucking time and you’re playing him LITERALLY THE DAY AFTER HE CAME BACK TO TRAINING FOR WHAT? To get him injured again 40 minutes later. ThE OTHER B is literally fUCKING TRASH for MONTHS. And he still gets to start ahead of someone THAT SCORES ALMOST EVERYTIME HE COMES ON THE PITCH.
We have so many AMAZING YOUNG PLAYERS that could do (and they DO EVEYTIME) so much better than this methaphoric “bbc” thats playing ghost ALL MATCHES. I do UNDERSTAND why Cristiano gets started, truly i do, but why in the FUCK did we start the others today when they SUCKED in previous games. We could have started Isco and Morata instead, Asensio and Morata, James and Morata, Kovacic and Morata…..all of those deserved to play 1000000x more than them!
Our defense…..i wont even talk when all we have as back up is Danilo and Coentrao…..
It was nice to think we could win the title this year…..once again we’re doing it with OUR OWN….feet this time 🙋🏼

A conversation with visitors today reminded me of our history, so I decided to repurpose that for some more Bodhi backstory. Just because. (Also I didn’t even give this a second glance so there may be typos. Just needed to get it all out.)

There’s a loud banging on the door. Bodhi’s head snaps up.

“Go,” his mother says. “Nivi, take him.”

He knows what to do but Nivi pushes him into his room anyways. The door is locked, they stay still. Silent.

His heart is pounding so loud he swears the neighbours can hear it. He presses his ear against the door and listens. 

Their front door creaks open. 

“What do you want?” his mother snaps. Bodhi can picture her, regal and imposing, her cool gaze flickering over their visitors. She’s probably leaning casually in the doorway, not showing any fear as she cuts off their line of sight, keeping her children out of view. They are not Imperials, or she would’ve used the more polite version you. But she doesn’t call for Nivi, so it must be rebels. 

“We need a place to hide, madam. They’re looking for us.” The voice is gruff, but whoever it is is using their titles. Nivi’s eyebrows shoot up in interest. 

“I don’t have to let you in. You know that.” Their mother’s voice is calm, but Bodhi recognizes it as the voice she uses when Nivi gets into big-time trouble. 

There’s a slight click, the rustle of metal against fabric. Bodhi’s eyes go wide. 

“You’re Rook’s wife, aren’t you? Then you should be welcoming us in with open arms.” 

“I should be yelling right now. Be thankful I haven’t turned you in.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re the wife of a martyr.” Another voice, who’s unfamiliar tongue stumbles over the last word. Bodhi sniffs. 

“That’s exactly why I shouldn’t let you in. I already lost my shohar to your cause. I’ve spent all the years since trying to be in their good eyes. Not everyone can run off waving blasters in the air like you rogues. Some of us have mouths to feed.”

“Like we don’t? Madam, we are no foreigners, and that’s why we asked your permission before entering. But if you won’t co-operate, then…” The click is more defined. 

Bodhi can’t see it, but knows his mother’s chin is raised high in defiance, even when her words are gentle, conceding. “Fine. But you stay exactly where I tell you to, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” The rebel’s voice sounds like a reprimanded child, and Bodhi stifles a giggle. Nivi shushes him. 

“Aao.” Bodhi hears three pairs of boots on the floor - Ammi will not be happy about them tracking mud in - and then the sound of carpet dragging along dust, a creaking door opening. The thuds of boots down old stairs, then the door creaking shut. 

It’s barely five minutes before there is a rap at the door again. The entire process repeats, but this time their mother is far more formal, submissive in tone, terms of respect thrown on haphazardly at the end of every sentence. No sir, I did not see any rebels. Yes sir, I know who my husband was. No sir, I did not agree with him

“Are you scared?”  Nivi asks, the words barely discernible from her breathing.

Bodhi shakes his head, despite the pounding in his chest. He forces a smile. “Not when you’re with me.” 

It feels like an eternity before the front door slams shut. Bodhi doesn’t see the shake in his mother’s shoulders, the way she steadies her breathing before opening the hidden door. 

It’s another eternity before the rebels leave - one asks, very respectfully, for a glass of water. She pours one out, slowly and steadily, and hands it to him. 

Bodhi lets out the breath he was holding only when he hears the sound of the empty glass being set on the countertop, a polite thank you, madam, sorry for the inconvenience, as the front door opens and shuts. 

A few more minutes pass before she calls. “Nivi?” 

Nivi’s muscles relax visibly as she tugs the door open, pulling Bodhi along with them.

“Did we do it right, ammi?” Nivi asks. 

Their mother nods.  

little adhd things
  • verbal filters are a myth invented by the government
  • i went on wikipedia to look up sources for an essay but somehow i ended up reading about the history of meridian cannons
  • “did i eat dinner tonight?” *checks bin* *finds empty microwave meal packet* “wait is this from today or yesterday” 
  • always needing something in your hands to play with
  • okay i know you’re talking to me about something important but i can’t stop staring at that woman’s weird hat and now it’s leading me on a train of thought that has occupied my entire attention span
  • talking so fast you literally forget to breathe
  • i just read three pages of this book and i know i was paying attention but somehow i remember absolutely none of it
  • whoops i don’t have any plans for today so i guess i’ll just Die
  • being unable to remember the names of people you’ve known for months and talk to every day
  • panic attacks
  • “adhd was made up by millenials to justify kids with behavioural problems and underachievers”
  • did i do that thing yesterday? or the day before? or last week? did i do it at all?

I love it when cats sigh. You know those full-bodied sighs, like “WHOOF, damn, boyo, what an intense day of licking my own tumble-dummy and scooping all the litter onto the floor of the bathroom, wow, it is a LIFE this life, I’d better sleep on you for the next 6 hours to recuperate while your ass falls asleep and you become increasingly desperate to pee”


Listen, I have to do a short film for college and I did up a timetable today where I literally am scheduling my sleeping hours until the end of April.. so this will be the last piece for a while…Gonna try and finish it this week cause I need to get this out of my system before cracking on with all my college work. So except soft Feysand cuddles soon 

funny story

so when I was like 9 and 10 my friend and I were absolutely OBSESSED with webkinz. every dollar we had went towards buying webkinz, and combined we ended up with over 200. we made a youtube channel dedicated to webkinz music videos and all of our videos consisted of just fucking launching every webkinz across the room and bouncing them up and down in every possible location and filming it. we brought them everywhere with us (literally: restaurants, amusement parks, stores, etc). there was no limit to what we did with them. we were convinced we had over 200,000 youtube subscribers and one our videos has over 23K views. we were vehemently against ever getting rid of them and were determined to pass them down to our children like family heirlooms. today, every time I show a friend our channel they lose their fucking mind and every person finds it hysterical and I have to sit there in mortification.

It’s clear from all of the anti-recovery on this site that a lot of kids have this weird false idea about what recovery actually is. 

For those of us who are chronically ill, mentally ill, disabled, struggling with addiction, etc, recovery isn’t, “HOO I DID A THING AND NOW I’M ALL BETTER 100% JUST NORMAL LOOK AT ME!” like someone getting over a cold or getting their tonsils removed. 

Recovery is the rest of your life. 

Literally recovery is every day forever. 

It’s hard work. It’s a process. It’s management. It’s good days. It’s bad days. It’s faces dirty with tears. It’s relapses. It’s disappointment. It’s falling down.

But it’s also getting back up. Again and again. 

Today I might fall five steps behind. But tomorrow if I take one half-step forward, that’s recovery. 

Stop mocking recovery. Please. Don’t call us neurotypical or abled like an insult, like we don’t belong or don’t get to speak because we’re proactive and put our all into our health. That’s shitty. 

Don’t take that away from us. Let us try to be well to our best ability. Let us reduce suffering. Let us be strong and let us be weak. 

Just let us be.


favorite  episode of season 3 ❊  2:10 du er over 18, sant?

control your hoes, is all i’m saying.

Island Vibe (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re all that Lin really ever needs.

Word Count: 450ish

Warnings: None!

A/N: Sorry about this, I’m writing this from my phone as I lounge in a hammock (so formatting and overall writing is probably gonna be weird). It’s just a short, little drabble inspired by the thunderstorm I experienced today.

Rain puttered against the leaves of the palm trees and bushes that surrounded your villa as the night crept into the sky. Maybe it was the white noise and the scenery, or maybe it was the break that you and your boyfriend had finally gotten around to taking that allowed you to feel completely at peace. You wanted nothing more than just to sit and watch the rain until the moon had overtaken the sun and the only indication of the weather was the consistent thrumming of the water droplets hitting the pavement and roof.

“Are you alright, love? We can go to the beach if you’re bored.” Lin offered as he emerged from the bedroom to join you in the open air living room.

“Can we just lay here for a bit?” You asked and Lin flashed you a smile, one that never failed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. More than two years together and you still felt them fluttering around.

“Of course we can, I’m happy just being wherever you are.” Lin affirmed, his hand moved to your back to silently direct you to move. You slid forward, making room for him to sit behind you. As soon as he settled, he pulled you to lean back into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s beautiful out tonight.”

“I think we should lose our passports.” You mused, drawing a chuckle from Lin.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, settling further back into him. His arms tightened around you.

“I’d be alright with that.” Lin agreed, surprising you. Your Lin always had hundreds of things he wanted to accomplish every day and thousands of plans for the future. His drive was something you loved about him, but it wasn’t necessarily conducive to the laid back island vibe you were currently reveling in.

You twisted back to study his face; the tension he typically held in it was all but gone, his eyes bright, although his bags remained, his hair was ruffled from drying naturally after a day spent hopping in and out of the pool. Vacation suited him well.

“You wouldn’t be able to give up everything just like that.” You pointed out and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a lopsided smile. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably not,” he agreed. “But right here, looking out at the island with you in my arms? It sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted.” Lin murmured before moving in for another kiss.

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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andreil valentine’s day

it’s 1 am and i should be writing an essay but instead i wrote some valentine’s day andreil oops

  • it’s andrew and neil’s first valentine’s day together
  • they didn’t have anything planned or discussed it
    • neil hasn’t ever spent valentine’s day with anyone who meant as much to him as andrew has
    • and andrew could care less about valentine’s day
      • except for the excessive amounts of chocolate on sale the day after
  • the day before valentine’s one of the foxes (probably nicky tbh) comes up to neil and asks him about his plans for valentine’s
  • neil didn’t know that he was supposed to even plan anything for his whatever with andrew
  • cue nicky acting all scandalized
    • “what do you MEAN you don’t have anything planned ??? no plans AT ALL on the MOST ROMANTIC day of the year ???”
    • “why is it such a big deal it’s literally one day”
    • “WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL you break my heart neil. truly. do you hear that? that’s my heart breaking”
    • “no i dont hear–”
  • neil leaves nicky in the middle of the hallway pretend sobbing
  • later that day neil and andrew are on the roof (bc of course they’re on the roof where else would they be? interacting??? with people ??? lol)
  • neil brings it up
    • “are we doing anything for tomorrow?”
    • “what makes you think that”
    • “idk but nicky rendered one of my ears useless from screaming about needing to do something for valentine’s day”
    • “i don’t care about valentine’s day”
    • “ok but like do you wanna go somewhere or not”
    • “i don’t care”
    • “you’re so annoying andrew i literally ask one question”
  • the next day neil is in class and he gets a text from andrew
    • ‘come to the roof’ is all it says
    • ‘i’m in the middle of a lecture what do you want’
    • andrew doesn’t answer
  • so neil excuses himself from the class
    • “sorry im suddenly sick cough cough”
  • when he gets to the roof andrew is sitting there but there’s also a blanket and some food
  • and andrew is avoiding looking at him until he sits next to him on the blanket
    • “i thought we weren’t doing anything today”
    • “i changed my mind”
    • you changed your mind or did renee convince you to do this”
    • “shut up and eat your food”
  • they finish their food and sit there smoking until andrew suddenly says
    • “don’t think that this means anything”
    • “i don’t”
    • “because i still hate you”
    • “i know you do”
    • “but you’re tolerable”
    • “wow what a compliment i’m so honored andrew”
    • “and now i don’t tolerate you anymore shut the fuck up neil”

SO i have been taking up the habbit of talking to myself when i drive and i went into best buy to get a new mouse and could not have sounded more insane to the man there, notable things include

“Hi im looking for- wait is there a different plural form for computer mouses/mice then the one used for animal mice”

after the man said ‘enjoy your purchase’ “you too- wait no shit that’s like, I mean you enjoy work here but- well work isn’t fun but, i did that thing where you say ‘you too’ after a waiter says to enjoy your meal im gonna go”

also i got very spooked by some robot baby toy that was on the other side of the computer stuff and stopped him mid sentence to get spooked i was a w reck

but as i was buying milk and frozen pizzas at walmart i realize i wanted an icecream cake but i know the walmart has shit cakes and i would be a fool to not get one from the dairy queen right down the road ANYWAY i go in and ask if its possible to print same day on the cakes, like totally reassuring its no big deal if you dont, but the woman did regardless, i wanted john cena on my cake and it was a square design on a circular cake, ontop of that she kept reminding me how they never do this with same day ordering and I STARTED TO FEEL BAD CAUSE it was literally an icecream cake for me but she came out with a frosting bag and asked for the kids name so i shit out the name ‘jordan’ and she asked if i wanted anything else onit and i

so yeah all in all today was a little weird also i kept driving past this statue of a horse i kept getting spooked and thought it was a real horse 


a/n: i might have enjoyed writing this a little bit too much

Masterlist + Request here!

• constant teasing and endless jokes that you are annoyed to but secretly amused to as well

• him noticing everything, like the way you wore your hair differently today or the smell of your new perfume

• he’s not shy when it comes to showering you with compliments

• he loves to spoil you as much as he can

• “Draco, you didn’t have to.”

• “Of course, I did. You deserve only the best.”

• hand holding all the time even if it wasn’t really necessary anymore

• showing you off

• literally

• he makes sure everyone knows you’re taken by the slytherin prince himself

• only you could get into his soft side

• him willingly trying to help you in your classes

• you always scold him whenever he talks so lowly about half-born and
muggleborn wizards.

• he doesn’t listen anyway

• him being touchy whenever the both of you were alone

• “Draco, I’m trying to study …”

• you’re the only person he really trusts

• always making fun of him because he can’t stop talking about Potter

• him getting annoyed because of it

• “Are you sure you’re in love with me and not Harry Potter?”

• “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N.”

• him always being so cheeky whenever he plays Quidditch, sending a wink or two whenever he is aware that you are looking

• pointing at your way whenever he would catch the snitch

• you blushing mad because of it

• him being too protective

• always holding him down whenever someone tried to flirt with you

• you always getting jealous whenever someone tried to flirt with him

• him enjoying the way you would nonstop talk rubbish about that said someone until you eventually feel better about yourself

• always assuring you that you are the only one that he loves and wants

• you doing the same

• he is not afraid to cry in front of you

• you are always the first person to know whenever something bothers him

• “Are you okay, Draco?”

• “Not quite …”

• him always doing everything in his power to keep you from harm

• you doing the same

• going as far as punching someone

• him laughing his ass off when you do so

• spending Christmas with his family back at the Malfoy Manor

• or just spending Christmas with him when he doesn’t want to go home

• spending Hogsmeade with him every other weekend when he decides to steal you from your friends

• secretly loving it when he does

• having a hard time convincing Lucius that you are perfect for Draco even though both of you had different opinions and views on certain topics

• “Opposites attract, don’t they, Sir?”

• “Well, indeed they do, Ms. Y/L/N.”

• Lucius finally accepting you

• Narcissa accepting you long before her husband did

• Draco happy that they do because his parents’ approval is important to him

• “So, if they didn’t approve of our relationship, you’d break up with me?”

• “Bloody hell, Y/N, of course not. I probably would have asked you to runaway with me instead.”

• and last but not least

• loving each other endlessly and bravely, with no intent of letting the other one go without a fight.

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Don't be a ass- lady noir please :)

“Hey Kitty,” Ladybug said as she landed at their predetermined meeting place.

“Hey,” he replied, not bothering to get up from his place lounging against a stone gargoyle. 

“You know I almost didn’t recognize you without the cloud of flowers,” she teased. 

“ha ha, very funny,” Chat grumbled slouching further down into the shadows. 

“What no poetry this time?” she grinned sitting down next to him and giving him a playful nudge. 

“Don’t be an ass,” Chat said, although she didn’t miss the lack of his usual good humor in the reply. 

“Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’m just teasing right?” 

“Yeah,” he replied glumly, “I know.” 

She gave him an assessing look. “You know that nobody blames you for what happened today.” 

“I never thought they did, but that doesn’t really make what happened any better.”

“You are hardly the first person to get affected by an akuma.” 

“No I’m not. That might mean more if this was the first time this had ever happened and not the half dozenth.” 

“Chat, nobody is perfect all the time.”

“You are,” he retorted bitterly. 

Ladybug raised an eyebrow. “Tell that to Lila. Or Chloe. Or that Santa Claus. Oh yes I am so perfect, I managed to turn the literal embodiment of joy and good cheer into a monster.” 

“Ok, maybe you aren’t perfect,” Chat said with the smallest hint of a smile. 

She grinned back encouragingly. 

“Still,” he said softly though this time finally meeting her gaze, “you’ve never gotten possessed by an akuma. Today might have just been an inconvenience but, what sort of hero am I if I am just getting in my partner’s way, or worse? What happens the next time we get another dark cupid?” 

“Chat, do you remember why you got possessed by the akuma?” Ladybug asked reaching over and grasping his hand in her own. Chat didn’t say anything, his eyes fixed on their joined hands with a look of awe that made her heart pound in a way she wasn’t quite willing to own up to. “You were protecting me, you took that hit for me.” 

He looked up at her, his brilliant green eyes hopeful but still full of doubt. 

“Let’s look at the scoreboard shall we?” Ladybug pressed. “Princess Fragrance- you got taken out trying to protect Prince Ali, the akuma’s intended target. Dark cupid- you got hit to keep ME from getting affected. Same thing for Chrono girl! are you seeing a pattern here?” She gave his hand a light squeeze. “You tell me all the time that you’re job isn’t just to protect the city, it’s about protecting me so that I can purify the akuma. And if that’s the case I don’t think anyone could say you have been anything less than amazing at it.” 

Chat blinked, his lips twisting into a watery smile before he leaned forward and pulled her into a smothering hug. 

“Thank you, My Lady. You always know just what to say to make this cat feel a-purrr-eciated.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, allowing him to hold her tightly for a few moments before gently breaking away, her face flushing. Hopefully he would be too distracted to notice. 

“Besides,” she laughed lightly “it’s a good thing you were there to keep me from getting affected by ‘The Bard’. Do you realize how worthless I would have been writing love poems and chasing after Adrien Agreste?” 

“Wait what?!” 

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I'm really happy to see you enjoyed the episode. I kind of hated it myself. Or at least the Emma parts. Im disappointed in her writing, and I was wondering how you see it?

The way I see it is Emma has a long history with abandonment. Like an entire life’s worth of it. And the one person she’s finally certain would never abandon her suddenly ups and leaves? After she told him to basically go until he could be who she needed him to be? It’s her ugly history of ‘not being worthy for anyone’ rearing it’s ugly head… and what’s interesting is Gideon was ready for this. He literally used Emma’s biggest weakness against her (while exploiting Killian’s last episode).

You know how even the littlest, seemingly innocuous things can set off someone’s long history with trauma (and abandonment is a trauma - one I know all too well, honestly. A big portion of my own emotional problems stem from that)? The argument between Captain Swan might not has seemed like much, but we know it upset Emma and then Killian’s just gone afterwards? No indication of where he was going, with multiple people having seen him at the docks ready to leave? That’s gonna trigger Emma’s abandonment issues. That’s gonna bring her walls right up.

You wanna know what I think was a perfect indication that she was projecting all these feelings onto this one seemingly ‘minor’ fight they had? The instant she heard Killian’s voice, her walls came down. She didn’t doubt what he was saying. She trusted him right off the start that he hadn’t meant to leave and that he never would. Because she knows that. Only her lifetime of being left behind and not being good enough clouded that and made her react in a way that might have seemed unfair to Killian. Trauma and a long history of something causing you to feel lesser than good enough is insidious. 

That’s how I look at Emma all this episode and why her reaction to the situation didn’t bother me… I hope my explanation helps a little? I’m sorry you were disappointed with how she was portrayed.