throwing an one one at you

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone….We leave you a tradition with a future.The tender loving care of human beings will never become obsolete.People even more than things have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed.Never throw out anybody.Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands: one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.Your
—  Sam Levenson


based on that one scene from mulan’s i’ll make a man out of you

  • Houseguest: I-
  • Raven: I? Are you aware that there is only one letter between I and the letter G? Do you know what starts with the letter G? Gastroparesis, my terminal illness. If I didn't have this pacemaker I'd be dead by now. Some of us aren't healthy enough to just throw letters of the alphabet around like that.
SJM Accent Challenge Questions Round 2!

Friends! So that last accent challenge was super fun and I figured I’d make a list of new questions! I myself can’t record any audio until tomorrow, but I thought I’d throw the new questions out there right now for anyone who is interested :) So here you go!

  • You have one hour to spend with a member of the Inner Circle. Who and why?
  •  If Aelin, Manon, or Dorian has to be sacrificed in TOG, who do you think it should be?
  • What would one hour alone with Amren be like for you? 
  • Are you more of a smut fan or a fluff fan? DON’T LIE 
  • Voice your feelings on Mort the doorknocker, King of Sass™ 
  • Fly with Illyrians or fly with the Thirteen? 
  • Consider and respond to the fact that: Sam Cortland is dead (I’m sorry, I just really want to hear everyone flail in real time the way we do on the internet) 
  • Describe your fav character from TOG and ACOTAR in one word. 
  • What’s that one (or more) ship that everyone else loves but you just…. don’t?
  • What character do you want to bring back from the dead the most? 
  • What character do you REALLY NEED A NOVELLA ABOUT RIGHT NOW? 
  • What are your theories on Nesta’s favoritism of Elain over Feyre? 
  • Are you looking forward to Tower of Dawn or not? BE HONEST 
  • Would you ever name your child or a pet after a book character? If so, who? (Doesn’t necessarily have to be an SJM character) -
  • Did you like the ending of ACOWAR? Be brutally honest (but remain kind please). 

 Share this and tag me in your posts friends! I hope to hear more of your lovely voices :)

Y'all are a trip

Of course you like the stupid McDonald’s employee of the month certificate from when I was 17.

Here’s my time at McDonald’s:

–I generally worked the drive through and I was awesome at it. Organize mind, people skills, chatting, radio voice, you’re set.

–I really don’t like McDonald’s food much. The fries. Nuggets. That’s kind of it. The salads I’d take home cuz we would throw them away at night. I lost weight because the food wasn’t my jam.

–The best part about this McDonald’s? It wasn’t in my school district. So even though we were mainly all high school kids, no one there went to my school. And it was kind of this cool mix of three different areas. So we could all kind of reinvent ourselves. And no one knew your history because there was no Facebook or social media yet.

–boy did I use this to my advantage. Flirting, oh the flirting. I had a long time boyfriend, but they didn’t know him. Some dudes we would swap to other radio channels and chat on the headsets where no one could hear us. We had fun and I quickly learned how to get shit done fast so we could get out and fuck around in the parking lot.

–one dude and I started making out sometimes. And occasionally in the freezer. Secret secrets. He knew I had a boyfriend. It was nuts, really. Playing with Fire. At 16/17.

–I went to junior prom with my boyfriend and came into work at McDonald’s later that week and people were asking me about it. Freezer dude got so mad he punched the freezer door and fucked up his hand. The manger on duty lied about how the injury happened and BOTH of them ended up fired. For what essentially was my affair.

–I liked that job. I liked all jobs I’ve ever had really, but looking back that was one of the few times I was a true employee (instead of a boss) and I knew how to impress leaders but also fuck around a ton. It was great

–lots of parking lot stories like hiding in trunks and smoking lots of cigarettes and playing music we loved and going along with older managers to bars when I was way too young

–one night a coworker and I left and decided to race home in the country. I hit a deer while going 100+ miles an hour and never told my parents I had been racing. Whoops. I’m lucky I lived through it.

–lol and this isn’t even CLOSE to the highest drama of my teen years. This really feels like the carefree time I actually miss and romanticize.

–no regrets, in fact besides that certificate I also received a lovely blanket for being employee of the month that I still take to the beach!

anonymous asked:

Have you already done a INFP/INTP and INFP/INTJ headcanon? I searched through your tumblr but I couldn't find one (maybe I didn't searched that well). Anyway, if not could you do one for both, please?

INFP x INTJ (INFP x INTP is coming but INTP Mod wanted to do that one)

- INFP starts bringing INTJ back a 50-cent plastic animal every time they go to the grocery store until INTJ has a whole army

- INTJ walks in on INFP planting lilies while giving a dramatic performance of Hamilton “I am not throwing away my,,, bulbs

- Going to the park in the middle of the night to stargaze and enjoy each other’s presence

- INFP and INTJ work in a startup together, and every day INTJ leaves sticky notes of bad drawings in INFP’s cubicle

- Blindfolded canvas painting, because neither of them are very confident about their art skills, that end in them laughing and painting each others’ faces

- INTJ making a 1000+ song playlist and INFP listens through the whole thing

- INFP, INTJ, and INTJ’s sibling make a groupchat to send bad (forever cute) pictures of INTJ back and forth

- Renting a shiba inu for the day, because they are adorable and fluffy (INTJ is cuter though)

- Having a secret knock that they use to identify themselves, which sometimes ends in them laughing through the door while the other one taps out the unnecessarily long and flamboyant code

Since I’m actually dating an INTJ, I hid 2 truths and an exaggeration in the list. If you figure them out, you get, well, nothing, unless there is something specific that you want us to do, in which case you get that.

- INFP Mod

maruboi  asked:

Modern!AU Laurent is that one friend that always recommends Good Shit. He's one of the few people Damen absolutely trusts ("oh Laurent liked that book I'm gonna buy it" "he loved that movie it has to be worth it")

yess!! and honestly laurent is That friend who’s down for anything like i know modern aus sometimes depict him as kinda uptight but?? he’s chill??? he’ll go with you to a bar and start shit for no reason and then throw OLIVES in he middle of a commotion???

boomtownboy  asked:

I love this blog so much D; can I have some Yamato fluff?

Hi! Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate it. I hope this is okay, I have another Yamato imagine ask in my inbox to do after this one so this definitely got me in the mood!

The room was dark as you pulled your shirt over your head, followed by your trousers. You breathed a happy sigh as you removed your bra, throwing it down on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothing. You opened the chest of drawers in the bedroom and pulled our one o your boyfriends shirts. It fit loosely on your body but you held it to your nose to smell his scent. Sighing happily as you climbed into bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around your body and burying your head into the soft pillows. It was always the same when Yamato was away on a mission. During the day you busied yourself with work and chores but when it got to the evening you were reminded about how lonely you were. Your mind began to wander as you thought about Yamato being beside you in the bed, and you dozed off to sleep thinking about him returning home from his mission. The same thing you did every night when he was gone.

You woke with a start as you felt a strong pair arms wrap around your smaller frame, gasping in surprise. You turned your head to try and look at the culprit, the only light in the room coming from the moonlight through the window. 

“Yamato,” You whispered, your voice still laced with sleep as you lifted your arms up to wrap around his neck, holding him close to your body, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, Y/N. So much,” Yamato planted a soft kiss against your lips, his fingertips stroking along your back.

“What happened?” You mumbled, stroking your fingers along a cut on his temple concernedly.

“It’s nothing,” Yamato gave you a small smile, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,”

“It’s already healing.“ 

You gave him a look as he smiled down at you innocently, distracting you with another sensual kiss. 

"Was the mission a success?” You noted the bags under his eyes too, he must be exhausted.

“No one got hurt, if that’s what you’re asking.” He replied with a grin, which caused you to glare and point at the obvious laceration on his face.

“It’s nothing, Y/N. I promise.” You pushed your lips against the mark on his temple, kissing it gently as Yamato’s arms tightened around your waist.

“You look so good in my clothes,” He tugged at his shirt that you were wearing playfully, his fingers grazing the exposed skin on your upper thighs as he held you close to him.

“Are you coming to bed?” You asked hopefully, tugging at his collar slightly. 

Yamato stood up to pull off his jacket and shirt, tossing them near where you had strewn your own clothes before undoing his trousers and letting them drop to the ground. He lifted up the duvet and climbed into the bed beside you. You immediately wrapped your arms around his naked torso, pressing your face into his chest and inhaling his scent. Yamato’s hands stroked your back gently as he pressed kisses against your forehead.

“You work too hard,” You mumbled into his chest, your breath hot against his skin.

“Well don’t worry, I’m ready to spend the whole day in bed with you tomorrow.” Yamato felt your lips turn into a grin against his chest and he squeezed you tightly, his breath decelerating as he slipped into unconsciousness. His steady heartbeat sending you to sleep in his arms.

anonymous asked:

Vicky ur one of my favorite bloggers and I feel like you give good advice.... I'm going through a breakup and even tho I can see that my ex boyfriend is trash and I can do better, he was my best friend and it's hard not to sit around and wish he'd take me back.... do you have any advice on how to cope with breakups??

throw yourself into your hobbies and other friendships. maybe even start up a new hobby! he WAS your friend. and clearly not a very good one if u say he’s trash. so try turning it into “we aren’t friends anymore” you had positive experiences together, and those were nice. they don’t have to be transformed into bad experiences just because you’re not friends anymore, those experiences can exist outside of your relationship with him.

but first and foremost take a warm bath with some scented bubbles and list off the reasons you deserve happiness and success. then do some fun self-care like picking out clothes for the week based on which of your favorite characters you want to look like that day or giving yourself a simple manicure(clean and healthy nails r the focal point of humanity and u can quote me on this), and then do some less fun self-care, like laundry and housecleaning. 

when i’d gone thru breakups the worst feeling was that i was helpless and alone. i wanted the world to stop turning because thats what it felt like in my head. i did nothing because i wanted Nothing to happen. so meet a friend, family, someone– ANYONE in person and do something fun or productive that has nothing to do with your ex.

make sure you’re keeping social and productive. hurt fades and the world moves on, hopefully something here can help you do the same! <3

Dust globe

AN: Really old Adlock fic. One of my firsts actually! Call it throw-back Thursday, ey? please excuse the formatting and grammar and whatever mistakes. Anyway! Please enjoy this little bit of fluffy/comedy. And huge shoutout to @feigningeuphoria for roleplaying this little scene with me (Hint, hint, she’​s Irene)

So, that’s about it. Enjoy!

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live-life1011  asked:

Bruh i didnt know one of girl friends(not like dat ppl)that i had a crush on had a crush on me and now we have a date this saturday and im a complete MESS U HAVE A GIRLFRIEND HELP ME




FFXV Laundromat Heacanons


  • Has no idea what he’s doing
  • Throws his whites in with his colors
  • Shrinks one of his shirts
  • Loses a sock
  • One of the little old ladies has to help him out
  • Naps while he waits


  • More competent with this than anyone gives him credit for
  • “Do you need help?” “No I’ve got this.”
  • Goes about once a week so he’s still got respectable clothes to wear there.
  • Forgets to take his money out of his pockets
  • Has a photo series of people washing their laundry
  • Is afraid of shrinking his laundry so he checks the dryer every two seconds


  • Washes Iris’ laundry, too
  • Gets strange looks when he pulls panties out of his laundry bag
  • He doesn’t give a damn, dares you to say something
  • Has to do 2 separate loads since all his clothes have grass and dirt stains.
  • Arrives to the laundromat in a horribly mismatched outfit.
  • Will flirt before asking for a quarter


  • Arrives at the laundromat in a perfectly coordinated outfit
  • It is his last outfit
  • Is a master at stain removal
  • Helps other people with their laundry
  • Trades secrets with the local grannies
  • Never loses his socks

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Beauty Tips from Audrey Hepburn

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives and the passion that she shows.

The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

I just don’t get it. How can you make someone fall in love w you and tell them cute ass shit and act like you care for them then one night get back e your damn ex gf and throwing me out of your life like nothing leaving me like I’m fucking trash. How can you play w someone’s feelings for so long making them feel like they’re yours and you’re theirs and then wake up one morning only to find out everything was a fucking lie. How can you hurt someone who was down asf for you when you have nothing and not feel any remorse. How?

Sincerely Davey: A Dutchie Story (Final Chapter)


February 6, 1974

Dear diary,

This afternoon I went to Charlies’s dorm because I wanted to know if he wanted to see the movie they were playing in the auditorium with me and he let me in and it seemed like he was going to hug me but he stopped and asked if he could hug me and I asked why he asked and he said he didn’t know if I was still feeling like I did in class and I asked what he meant and he said something like “I’m just worried you’re still having one of those times where you don’t want people to touch you and stuff freaks you out?” and then maybe it was rude but I just walked past him because I had to sit on his bed because I thought I was going to throw up or start crying and I got into one of my holes where I can’t say anything because him saying that meant that he noticed all these things about me and that I hadn’t been as careful as I thought I’d been and I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me.

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anonymous asked:

How should i start this? How about the time I caught two kids having sex in the bathroom and an adult asked me to kick them out so I kicked the door in? Or how about the day when my school at 14 fights in one day and I didn't hear about till 2 weeks later? Also a freshman jumped over the second floor railing onto a cement (horizontal) pillar, and ran across it to a vertical pillar and back (keeping in mind that this thing was 20 ft above ground) also people throw shit off said wall constantly

My school has fucking lost it is what I’m basically trying to say

Okay my middle school wasn’t this intense but, it was close lmao. Kid busted another kids head open on one of the bathroom sinks and people got into some heated fights but you school sounds like it’s on crack lmao