I met Ezra and Lilah and Josh and they were all such wonderful and kind people! The rumours are true haha. They played in Stockholm and were super excited about the art we gave them, what a dream come true lmao Also this man gives wonderful hugs. (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back
hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)
to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
music is a big point of contention for the first month
dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both are still in went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
(for the sake of avoiding arguments)
(also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
(please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty
Jensen singng “Whipping Post” at Vegas Con 2017 (x) Requested by Anon: “I would love to see a great close up (in color if possible) of the two
necklaces Jensen always wears. I think the one with the blue stone is
the one Danneel gave to him that he won’t fly without? The other some
kind of St. Christopher type religious one? Anyone know for sure?”
You’re great! Body stims are amazing. Kinesthetic stims are a great way to regulate your senses, and they need to be recognized as a good thing. Just because they’re not “cute” stims like glitter or slime or frosting, that doesn’t mean they’re not beautiful and useful and good for you. You’re the only one who knows what kind of stims help you.
Yes, these are GIFS of me.
[Description: (First GIF) A person with glasses and a chewy necklace holds two stuffed animals, a teddy bear and a lamb, while turning quickly back and forth. They then move the head of the lamb stuffie and bury their face in it and rock slightly forward.
(Second GIF) The same person rocks slowly from one side to another with their knees pulled up to their chest and one arm wrapped around them. They drop their head onto the teddy bear and lamb while chewing on their necklace.
(Third Gif) The person flaps their hands for several seconds with stiff wrists, fingers curved slightly backwards. They then cover their mouth, which is still occupied by their chewy necklace, and their nose with their hands and turn quickly from side to side.
(Fourth Gif) The person leans forward to the camera, having dropped their chewy necklace immediately prior, and places it back in their mouth. They then lean back and flap their hands with loose wrists quickly.]
I’m trying to piece together what happened to Jumin’s mom.
The really popular opinion is that one post that posited that she has mental health issues and is incarcerated somewhere.
Personally, I like that theory. A lot. It’s true to MysMe’s underlying mental health theme. And this is Tumblr. We want to take care of our mental health community.
But I think the story is a different kind of sad.
I think Jumin’s mother is exactly like all the other women. I think she married Mr. Han for money. I think Mr. Han cheated on her a lot. And I think they divorced when Jumin was young, and Mr. Han won custody.
Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission.
Rating: M (Smut)
You hated going to these functions for Harry sometimes
because you didn’t really know how to talk to the rich and famous, much less
make a good impression and talk up your boyfriend to these said rich people who
were going to make Harry more of a star than he already is. It was much easier
earlier on in the relationship to attend to things like this because you knew
of three other guys who would be there as a crutch if Harry was off in a
serious conversation with a producer or someone who could help him go solo.
so much more different, as Harry was auditioning to land a major movie role and
he was extremely excited, but extremely nervous about not getting the part.
Knowing that you are HIS crutch made your heart swell a little more, but
knowing that you would have to talk to a room full of completely different
people, even a completely different scene with no one to fall back on was
starting to make the nerves in your stomach race so hard that you felt
nauseous. But nevertheless you put on your black dress that fell to the floor
in your giant closet that the two of you shared when Harry asked you to move in
to his house in LA.
heard Harry somewhere in the bedroom, his voice darting a bit forward at the
last letter of the word, knowing that he was rounding the corner to the closet.
He stood in the doorframe looking down at his hands that were holding two
different necklaces, both long; one was gold and the other silver, both holding
pendants at the very bottom. The silver pendant adorned his plain silver but
slightly larger cross, and the gold chain held one small coin pendant at the
bottom and the other chain above it was a small gold cross.
out his hands that his somewhat more inexpensive pieces dangled from, raising
both eyebrows at you. You squinted and your eyes raked over his long and lean
torso, a black silk button down (which was almost all the way un-buttoned) was
carefully and neatly tucked into the long black and white pinstripe pants over
his black and so shiny you could see yourself in them boots. You licked your
lips just slightly at the sheer sight of him, and his tongue grazed the inside
of his cheek as he rolled his eyes.
time for that, love,” he grinned his little smirk that made his dimple flash,
and you wondered how you weren’t jumping on him right then and there.
Not like you don’t do it to me,” you crossed your arms and glared at him,
shifting all your weight to one hip. He immediately saw your body change and
his eyes flew down to your chest that was pushed up by your arms just enough.
You rolled your eyes this time, and poked two fingers hard into his shoulder.
“This one,” you pointed to the silver cross and helped him get it over his head quickly, as
he has seemed to freeze momentarily.
Kiss,” his lips puckered out and you looked at him for a moment and paused, his
lips starting to turn into a frown when you leaned forward quickly and pecked
at them, his smile was triumphant.
love?” He asked, shrugging on his very tailored black velour jacket that fell
at his hips, nudging his long hair from in-between his shirt and the jacket to
fall out easily, adjusting the collar and his hair, again.
let me get my coat,” you said to him and turned to the white pea-coat hanging
on the rack that you hung carefully as if not to spill or even breathe on it
before his big night. Just then the moment hit you hard, you knew that it was
extra important and wondered how you even agreed to this. It might have been the
way Harry was standing in the doorframe looking hot as hell, or it might have
been the way he ate you out as a plea and a bribe so feverishly just last night
that you thought you went to actual heaven because of all the white and the
stars (twice); either way, you were nervous and he was, too.
“Harry,” you said just barely audible, tears prickling at your eyes.
Harry turned to face you and saw
your body frame slumped, almost eaten by the pea coat around your arms and your
lips were pouting as to say please, don’t make me do this. He strode over to
you and in one simple step of his long legs and he was holding you tightly by
the waist with one strong arm, the other swiping his padded thumb over your
cheek. You felt his breath linger over your forehead as he kissed the temple,
and then dipped his eyes to look at you, searching your face momentarily.
“I won’ leave your side, promise,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and tugged slightly,
his eyes never left yours as you gave up in defeat and nodded, following him
out of the house.
Request: y/n is a rich spoiled girl, at least that's how she looks like, she's everything harry hates. People say that she is very confident and the life of every party. No one knows how she feels inside and she is always looking for attention of men bc her dad is a very busy person.
I’m making this a series ‘cause I just fell in love with the concept. Seriously, I love that trope way too much. I’ll be including another request I received as part II of this. Here’s a preview:
Bronze Bust of Sassanid King (Shapur II), Persia, 4th Century AD
The Sassanid King Shapur II is represented by a cast bronze torso which originally belonged to a composite statue that showed him majestically enthroned, his finely articulated hands resting on a sword (cast separately and now lost). He wears a high, crenellated, tripartite crown with ribbons attached at the back and his forehead is encircled by a diadem adorned with two rows of pearl beads. He wears a tight-fitting, long-sleeved tunic marked by sinuous rills; over this, he wears a belt and halter, both double-beaded with pearls and clasped at the waist with a large circular medallion bordered with the same gems. He is richly outfitted in large bead-and-pearl earrings, pearl bracelets, and a heavy pearl necklace with two round jeweled pendants, one intact, the other preserving traces of a sun disc.
The Sassanids were a Persian dynasty originating in Fars, who established a powerful empire that extended throughout the Iranian plateau between AD 224-226 and AD 651, making their capital at Ctesiphon. In western chronicles, the most celebrated event in Sassanid history was King Shapur I’s victory in AD 260 over the Roman emperor Valerian, who was taken prisoner along with several thousand of his soldiers. Comparison with similar stepped, crenellated crowns on coin portraits supports the identification of this bust as that of Shapur II (reigned AD 309-379) whose glorious seventy year tenure fortunately had a Roman eyewitness, the historian Ammianus Marcellinus, an officer in the army of Emperor Julian the Apostate.
Summary: Imagine Bill being jealous when you go out with another guy because he has feelings for you. What he doesn’t know is that the only reason you do it is to get over him to not ruin your friendship.
A/N: There’s lil bit of angst there but still, writing jealous Bill and flustered Bill is one of the best things in the world!
“I just- I still- I can’t-” he let a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand down his face.
“Yes?” you asked, trying to fight a giggle as you looked at his reflection in the mirror, still trying to get your earring to cooperate with you.
“I mean-” he licked his lips, trying to look indifferent but truth was he was very much interested and it showed at how he struggled to form the right words “Why would you want to go out with him again?” he finally breathed out.
“Why do you ask?” you asked back with a giggle and he seemed to stiffen for a moment.
“N-nothing.” he shook his head “Nothing it’s just, I’m curious. That’s all.”
“Curious or… a little bit jealous?” you asked with a smirk and his eyes widened.
“What?!” his voice came out high-pitched and you had to keep yourself from laughing at the moment “Of- of course I’m not! Why would I be?!”