this was stuck in my head for some time

I was tagged by @tide-is-turning. Thank you sweetie!

  • Nicknames: Some people call me Fi, otherwise I don’t really like nicknames.
  • Height: 5′3
  • Time right now: 6:48am
  • Last thing I googled: Tulips (looking for reference pictures)
  • Fave music artists: Pink Floyd and King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard
  • Song stuck in my head: Green Tambourine by The Lemon Pipers
  • Last movie I watched: The 2016 Ghostbusters film
  • Last TV show I watched: Iron Fist, unless you count the news
  • What am I wearing now: A Pink Floyd t shirt, ripped black jeans, and a blanket cardigan thing.
  • When I created my blog: March 2017
  • The kind of stuff I post: Pink Floyd / Nature / Psychedelia / Other psychedelic or prog rock bands
  • Do I have other blogs: Nah, that’d be far too much effort
  • Do I get asks regularly: Not really, though they’re always welcome
  • Why did I choose my URL: I wanted something to do with Pink Floyd, and Young Lust was stuck in my head, so I chose that. However younglust was taken, so I just put an s on the end.
  • Gender: Female
  • Hogwarts House: Slytherin apparently, though I consider myself a slytherpuff.
  • Pokemon team: I don’t play Pokémon go :)
  • Fave colours: Pink, blue.
  • Average hours of sleep: 8-9, though I have lucid and/ or very intense dreams every night, so I don’t have very good quality sleep.
  • Lucky number: 13 or 11
  • Favourite characters: I only really like rather obscure characters, such as a couple from The Saga Of Seven Suns by Kevin J. Anderson
  • Dream Job: Chemist. Luckily from September onward I’m going to be studying Chemistry at university, so my dream job is almost within my grasp.
  • Blankets I sleep with: One right now, though it is a super thick one.

I tag @cheapskate-bleeding-queer, @sailonacrossthesea, @kira5 and @thisisapileofgarbage also anyone else who wants to do this, go ahead.

Magnus and Alec were cuddling on the couch, lazily caressing each other. Alec was close to dozing off. He’s never felt more comfortable than with Magnus in his arms, just holding his perfect boyfriend. He was magical alright.

“Alec?” “Hm?” “I love you” Alec smiled gently, still vaguely sleepy. “Love you, too” It wasn’t the first time they said it. Magnus straightened up a little to be able to look Alec in the eyes. Alec gave a low whine, because he’d lost his comfy Magnus-cushion.

“You don’t understand. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You, my dear Alexander, are making me feel so content with myself. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

Alec’s eyes widened noticeably. He looked dumbstruck. Certainly this couldn’t be true? Centuries worth of history - there was bound to have been someone better than him. Someone less awkward, more romantic, less ordinary. He said as much, albeit stammering and blushing while doing so.

And Magnus just looked at him, adoration shining in his eyes: “No, Alexander, there really wasn’t” Alec smiled at Magnus, raking his hands through the warlock’s soft hair. “I love you too. More than anything”

Borealis
  • Marcus tells Adrian first.
  • He’s mumbling and nervous, unwilling to look Adrian in the face.
  • He flinches when a hand falls on his shoulder, but Adrian’s grip remains strong. 
  • “We’ll need to do something about your hair then. You completely butchered it.”
  • Marcus gapes at Adrian and then can’t help the bubble of laughter that comes up when Adrian gives him a warm smile.
  • The process is a bit chaotic as Adrian does his best to fix Marcus’ attempt at a hair cut, but when he’s finished, Marcus is pleased.
  • He doesn’t have time to say his thanks as he’s whisked from the bathroom and then has piles and piles of Adrian’s uniforms tossed into his arms.
  • “I don’t think I’m that much bigger than you, at least one of these should fit.”
  • Marcus heart lifts because finally he doesn’t have to wear his old clothes anymore.
  • Not unless he wants of course. He’s not afraid to admit his legs do look nice when he’s wearing a skirt.
  • After a few tweaks and questions of, “How does your chest feel?”, Marcus finally thinks he’s ready for their next class.
  • Adrian sticks by his side as they leave the common room, the both of them ignoring the few stares, but it’s not until they see students from other houses that Marcus starts to get nervous.
  • Taking a deep breath, Marcus focuses on the feeling of Adrian with him and the thought that he is Marcus.
  • He can hear the whispers of other students though and musters his best glare as he and Adrian make their way up to class. 
  • Most of it, he can handle because it’s not that much different from before, but seeing the Gryffindors when he enters the classroom is another story.
  • He can feel their stares despite the fact that barely anyone has taken notice of his entrance in the room.
  • Marcus presses closer to Adrian as they take their seats and he buries his face into one of the textbooks.
  • “Looking good, Flint,” a familiar, too familiar, voice comments from nearby.
  • However, it’s not filled with sarcasm or disgust like Marcus had expected. He glances up from his book and swallows when Oliver’s eyes are still on him.
  • “It’s Marcus now,” spills from his mouth, his finger toying with the page of the book.
  • “Marcus,” Oliver repeats. “I’ll remember that.”
  • A small smile threatens its way onto Marcus’ face, but Oliver’s already turned away and the class has started. 
  • Marcus barely focuses on the lesson however because Oliver
  • Oliver goddamn Wood
  • had said Marcus.
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But my eyes are open
And everything still moves in slow motion
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes, the sea
Oceans of light envelop me.

this post has spoilers for all of the episodes of asoue.

i’ve tagged every spoiler tag i can think of, please don’t read if you haven’t finished watching and don’t want to be spoiled!

i wrote down some stuff that stuck in my head from watching the new episodes:

  • “i wouldn’t know, i live alone.” “NO KIDDING.” justice strauss you got rekt
  • “i told them to cry using their inside voices”
  • “remarkable woman. flammable.” don’t you start with me
  • yessica haircut is iconic
  • “do you know what question i’m asked the most?” “will you please leave the premises?
  • olaf mispronouncing merlot was so much funnier than it should have been
  • THERE IS NO I IN ACTING
  • “every time she speaks, it’s like the tines of a fork are being jammed into my eye
  • “there is only what the french call a certain…escargot”
  • THE TUNNELS WITH THE VFD FAMILY NAMES
  • “the other is a little lemony” “i told you never to say that word” OLAF PLEASE CHILL
  • eleanora poe is the worst villain in the series
  • “klaus, i can touch whatever i want” this was the creepiest moment, OLAF YOU’RE DEAD TO ME. they also kept the parts like “yes boss she’s yours” and “i wouldn’t dispose of you like your brother and sister”. they kept them, and they’re horrible, but i think they’re really important so i’m glad they stayed
  • “sssss”, for short
  • the whole joke about long form television being better than cinema. his stare at the camera was too great
  • SUNNY IN THE SUITCASE WHILE OLAF STABBED THE FUCK OUT OF THE OTHER ONE? CAN YOU NOT?
  • “heeeeere’s shammy” if that was improv, which i bet it was, nph is my new favourite actor
  • I LOVE LARRY
  • charles and sir are a proper couple! i mean their relationship is still terrible but i’m glad it’s allowed to be canon now
  • olaf and georgina orwell’s arguments were 10/10 would see again
  • “there is nothing evil about free healthcare” oh my god
  • “i’m a free man! i am never taking another partner” lmao good one, see you in book six
  • ESME SQUALOR IN THAT FUCKING CAR I SWEAR MY HEART STOPPED. i will fight anyone who argues that it wasn’t her come on
  • the prufrock prep school photo jesus

in summary, i loved every second of all of the episodes. i think the bad beginning and miserable mill episodes were the best, but they were all great. i thought olaf was perfect - still hammy, which he is as a character, but so much better than the movie. i can’t believe how much i loved the series and cannot wait for season two! a more articulate post will probably come later, once i’ve watched them all again a million times

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I’ve been trying to find this song forever they used to play it all the time on some adult contemporary station my mom would listen to and I could never figure out the name of it it’s been stuck in my head since I was like 7

Here’s some Skeleton Dance tap dancing !  

Because La La Land’s Soundtrack is stuck in my head, I just saw it yesterday and I love it so much !   

bonus: (messy) sketch under the cut

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Keith: I didn’t have a choice Lance! The ship was about to blow and we needed that inf–

Lance: Bull! You always have a choice! You choose to live, to fight another day. Not throw life away for some stupid schematics!

Keith: Lance

Lance: No Keith. What if you died? What would we do then, oh fearless leader? The team needs you!…. I need you…

Mistletoe (Steve x Reader)

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been like a week since I’ve actually posted something but I’ve been so busy with New York and I’ve just been so tired, but I finally found some time to write something! I know it’s out of order and it should’ve been Bucky’s turn, but I love Steve a lot. I hope you like!

Prompt/Request from anon:  Might I suggest small town fluff with cop!steve? The idea is stuck in my head and I think it’d be so cute ❤

word count: 1293

Originally posted by naih-reedus

“Shit,” you cursed as you realized you took another wrong in the residential area. Your neighbor had taught you a shortcut earlier that morning to get into the downtown area while avoiding all the traffic on the main roads, but you couldn’t remember it even if your life depended on it. You had just moved into the small suburban neighborhood about an hour away from the big city. It gave you the taste of living in the city, but it definitely relieved you of all the difficulties that came along with it. It had been a couple of weeks since you moved in and you were still struggling to fit into the small town. “I just want to get to Target,” you whined to yourself as you seemed to be going around in circles, seeing the same yellow house pass by you for the tenth time. You really just needed to pick up some toothpaste.

You were so deep in thought you barely noticed the red and blue lights flashing brightly behind you until it rang the siren loudly, making you jump suddenly. You cursed loudly to yourself. You were going to get arrested for a tube of toothpaste. Slowly, you turned on your blinker as you carefully parked on the side of the road in front of the same damn yellow house. You were tempted to burn it down if you had to see it one more time. You shuffled around quickly as you collected your license and your registrations for your car before the cop tapped on your window. Though it wasn’t completely appropriate, the first thought that came to your mind was how cute he was. Forcing a smile, you rolled down the window and greeted the police cautiously. “Hi,” you said stupidly, despite telling yourself to act calm.

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it is a CRIME that these two have barely interacted

Today was tough for a lot of us and sometimes there aren’t easy solutions to the struggles we face. Keeping our heads up and trying to stay positive only goes so far in the face of abuse and violence. While I was growing up my home life was often scary and damaging. Holidays were some of the hardest times of the year.

For anyone else who is facing similar struggles or even who may be experiencing other forms of abuse or violence, I want you to know that you will not always be in the position you are today. Even if you’ve been stuck for a while, time will keep moving and you will move with it. The only sure thing about the world is that it keeps changing and growing and something new is always around the corner.

I know living with the hope that things will get better can be draining and exhausting in itself, but it’s a worthwhile investment into your life. Sometimes holding on a little longer is all it takes for something to significantly change.

The violence you may face is not okay nor is it something you should be forced to overcome. You deserve kindness, safety, comfort, and security. And because you deserve those things it’s essential that you continue to reach for them. There is a place in the future awaiting you that has all of these things and all you have to do is keep going a little longer and sometimes a little longer after that.

I am wishing you all joy, hope, and resilience in the new year.

Live A Little

Summary: The Avengers are vacationing at the upstate Avengers facility. On your first night there, you’re so excited over the change of environment that you can’t sleep.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 977

Warnings: *slight* (literally miniscule) mention of sexual activity, FLUFF

A/N: I decided it was time for some pure fluff and I’ve had this shit stuck in my head for quite a while so here ya go folks, one fresh-baked drabble to hold you over until I get requests and next installments of series done also I just realized this is a lot like the beginning of frozen, please throw me into the shame bin


Originally posted by sebstanthemanxo

“Buck, wake up…”

The super soldier groans as you shake his shoulder, swatting your hand away. He tries to pull the covers over his head, but you’re straddling his body, the blankets pinned down underneath your legs. You don’t blame the man; it’s two in the morning and normally, you wouldn’t want to be woken, either. This, however, was a special occasion.

“Doll…” He mumbles, his eyes still shut, mostly asleep. “If you keep sneaking into my room at night, the others are gonna start talking. Steve’s gonna find out about us.”

“Come on, Bucky…” You whine, flipping him onto his back and shaking him some more. “Just wake up, please? I want to show you something.”

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☆ DOWNTOWN ☆ the trio exploring the streets of Coruscant on a night out! (surely even the Resistance has some downtime when not on missions, right… and imagine experiencing the scale of this bustling city planet for the first time!!)

I was listening to the song Downtown a lot, which is ridiculous and catchy but also the chorus makes me want to dance down the streets of an intergalactic city too /o/ also just imagining the First Order trio running into them and doing the dance-off in the video haha

tina belcher rp meme

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

  • “danger is my middle name but i spell it r-u-t-h.”
  • “i’m no hero. i put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else.”
  • “is it possible to be in love with twenty five people all at once?”
  • “that, goes in the butt bank.”
  • “uhhhhhhhh.”
  • “brr. it sure is cold in here. i wish some strong man would give me his jacket…or his pants.”
  • “if you need me, i’ll be on the floor. dying.”
  • “time for the charm bomb to explode.”
  • “here’s a bunch of numbers. they may look random but it’s my phone number.”
  • “i’m a smart, strong, sensual woman.”
  • “your ass is grass and i’m gonna mow it.”
  • “do you think horses get songs stuck in their heads?”
  • “i have a photographic butt memory.”
  • “by the way, with a cartwheel, are your hands or your face supposed to touch the ground first?”
  • “everything’s fine. look at my perfectly normal face.”
  • “it smells…exotic. like ranch dressing.”
  • “when he looks at my molars, it’s like he’s looking at my soul.”
  • “flirt a little, wink a little.”
  • “tough love. aka love, am i right?”
  • “he’s a bad kisser. but he’s a bad boy and i guess bad boys are bad kissers.”
  • “i don’t need a boy to pay attention to me, i’ll pay attention to myself.”
Real_Jock.mp3

I swear man, I only listened to that mp3 like once. Now I can’t shake it. It’s like the hook of a top40 song…just stuck in my head all the time.

I followed the instructions though, so before I listened to the file I went and had a really good workout at the gym. I was lifting heavy…I mean it’s nothin compared to what I lift now, but I had serious spaghetti arms after that session.

The file didn’t really sound like…like anything. There were some beats and I thought I herd a little mumbling in the noise but I couldn’t really hear nothin

The next morning I woke up. Damn I was sore. My shoulders could really feel my time in the gym.

“Nobody lifts so hard that they’re sore all the time, unless your a Real Jock”. I hear it in my head, just like you’re standing here talking to me. Or was it just me talking to myself?

But I kept hereing that voice is my head. Whenever I’d move a muscle that I’d pushed hard on, I heard it. “Only Real Jocks lift that hard” or “You’re only sore cause your a Real Jock.”

Eventually I started echoing it in my head…then I started thinking it myself, and that voice was just ecoing what I already knew. By the end of the day…i dunno. I just accepted it. I was sore cuz I’m a real jock.

The first thing I thought when I stretched out in bed the next morning was “Your sore cuz you’re a Real Jock.”. It felt good to know that. Comforting, you know?

Then when I was in the shower, I moved my hand down to my dick. But the voice in my head said “Real Jocks don’t have to jerk it”. I’m a Real Jock so I just kept scrubbing down and got out a the shower without my normal morning cum.

I moved around my apartment getting ready. I was still achy all over. My brain kept echoing at me. Real Jock. I’m a Real Jock.

When it told me that Real Jock’s take a gym bag to the office…I didn’t even ask why. Its what Real Jocks do.

And cuz I know that Real Jocks take a gym bag…shit I must be an even realer one cuz I had a gym bag. And my muscles ached.

I took a long lunch and hit the gym, cuz real Jocks lift when the gyms not busy with casuals.

And I made sure to eat, cuz Real Jocks need fuel for their body.

Fresh new soreness was showing up on my hard worked muscles. Only a Real Jock gets sore from lifting that hard…

That night I stopped by the mall. Real Jocks want to show off their body…so I bought a bunch of tighter jeans and muscle fit t-s and tanks. And I picked up some new undies to, cuz Real Jocks only wear bright colored underwear.

After getting another 1500 calories in, I pretty much collapsed in front of the TV. A basketball game was on, and I watched it cuz I’m a Real Jock, and Real Jocks all watch sports.

And then at nine I went to bed. It’s like the first time in years I went to bed b4 midnight. A Real Jock needs his sleep.

The next day I loaded up my gym bag and went over lunch again. I pushed major weight…a Real Jock needs to push as hard as he can. U don’t push hard, you don’t get sore, and only a Real Jock pushes so hard he gets sore.

The days kinda bleed together now. I quit my shitty job - eventually they got sick of me taking long lunches. Now I’m the afternoon bartender at this ritzy hotel…I don’t gotta come in until one so theres lots of time to lift in the morning.

Shit…you just slid a room key across the bar. I knew u wanted my ass. Everyone does. And a Real Jock doesn’t need to jerk it, he gets fucked as often as he can. I’m off shift in twenty minutes…I can’t stay long tho, I gotta run home an sleep after. A Real Jock needs his sleep.

I doubt we’ll see eachother again after you dump your load in me. Unless…

How long r u in town for. I need a lifting partner, and u were just telling me you worked out earlier today.

Once I’m stripped down to just my brite orange briefs…I’ll ask…

Do u wanna be a Real Jock?

Yeah?

Hey…I wanna put on some music before u fuck me.

Lance making advancements towards Hunk and notices Hunk is getting uncomfortable with some of the things he was doing. He stops and looks him in the eyes and asks whats wrong, that he usually seemed okay with this. Hunk tells him that he’s actually been super uncomfortable every time they’ve done this but kept his unease hidden in favor of Lance’s feelings; it’s not like he hasn’t done the same in the past for an assortment for other situations. 

Lance pulls him close in a hug and apologizes for never noticing. Hunk assures him that it wasn’t Lance’s fault at all and apologizes for not being more open about certain situations. The two laugh at themselves for apologizing to each other that the other had no reason to apologize for. The settle on wrapping up in a couple of blankets and falling asleep on each other for the night.