um lets see


Little Belle

A few friends and I were going back and forth with many ideas of Nick being a dad, and we had to create someone for him to cuddle with, thus the little monster here named Isabelle.

And since we’re Wildehopps supporters, Judy would be her sweet and loving momma <3 (Of course, this would have to happen through adoption. ^^; But feel free to imagine, my sweets!)

Hope you all enjoy my little gift! :D 

I was talking to my brother a couple days ago about how stressed Shiro must be and I brought up this scenario where Shiro takes role call and just fucks everyone’s names up because he’s just so done and it was like:

Shiro: okay so I’m gonna take role call now to make sure everyone’s accounted for
Shiro: *takes out a piece of paper*
Shiro: um let’s see
Shiro: we have Pigeon
Pidge: oh my god
Shiro: Hulk
Hunk: I-
Shiro: Lancelot
Lance: who the heck is Lancelot
Shiro: and
Shiro: *looks at hand with messy writing on it* Knife
Keith: Shiro what the fuck


Hey y'all!

I’m MysteryFeet and I’m just a chick who likes to show off her feet… yeah I know that’s pretty fucking weird for a girl to like that. But hell, I like it. So yes, these are my feet, size 8 ½. My goal is too eventrually become a foot model but for now this is bascially just a slutty little hobby of mine.

A little about me: I’m a little ol’ southern belle from down in Texas. My favorite thing is the world is music, I play drums and piano quite well, but I want to learn guitar and the banjo. I love kids… those things are the shit. Um, let’s see. I’m de meme queen and have an unhealthy obsesstion with cringe worthy material. But most importantly I’m basically a dude. Like if my personality was a person It’d be a middle age Japanese man fapping to lolicon is this broken down apartment.

But yeah… nice to meet you and fap away I guess I don’t really give a fuck
it's unlike anything when you're lovin' me - metalgr3ymon - 5 Seconds of Summer (Band) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Michael Clifford/Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood/Ashton Irwin
Characters: Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, Ashton Irwin
Additional Tags: honestly this is so ??? filthy ??, um let’s see, Blowjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, Birthday Sex

On a normal day, Calum would have ignored Michael’s pleas and continued with his relentless teasing which eventually would have led to Ashton punishing his ass for torturing Michael like that, but since today it’s Michael’s birthday Calum knows he has got to be nice.


I ignore all my responsabilities and write some birthday filth

‘out-of-context writing’ sentence meme

  • ❛ good or bad, it isn’t indicative of our progress. ❜
  • ❛ who taught you of love? ❜
  • ❛ nothing we feel is understood by anyone else. ❜
  • ❛ the ear that does not exist hears nothing. ❜
  • ❛ it’s ugly and obscene to our beauty-spoiled eyes, isn’t it? ❜
  • ❛ which is worse: the end itself or the anticipation of it? ❜
  • ❛ death is a friend to all. it’s the deliverer. ❜
  • ❛ it doesn’t make me whole; it makes me filthy. ❜
  • ❛ it is not such a stretch to best the greatness of life. ❜
  • ❛ my effort  is far too valuable to waste. ❜
  • ❛ i think you are too forceful to die tonight. ❜
  • ❛ to make an enemy of a god among men would be unwise. ❜
  • ❛ we are not our ability to rationalize, but our ability to survive. ❜
  • ❛ it will be a wreck of expectations if we are truly divine. ❜
  • ❛ we shall not even shake in the wind of this storm. ❜
  • ❛ i would tear myself apart before i sacrificed on your behalf. ❜
  • ❛ i should have assumed we would cross paths. ❜
  • ❛ i’d hate to have to hunt you down later. ❜
  • ❛ it makes life smoother, but it gives us jagged edges. ❜
  • ❛ to be is one thing; to be alone is another thing entirely. ❜
  • ❛ every man is a righteous man, at least in his own mind. ❜
  • ❛ anger is not nearly as bankable as greed or jealousy. ❜
  • ❛ don’t aspire for death—a conclusion overshadowing the performance. ❜
  • ❛ silence? i thought i deserved something more. ❜
  • ❛ strange that an empty doll feels. ❜
Valentines Day S.M.

Originally posted by quinn-xoxo

You woke to your phone ringing, it was Shawn, anyone else and you would’ve chewed their head off. “hello?” your morning voice filled the room “hey sweetie, did I wake you up?” you yawned “um, yeah, it’s fine though I had to get up anyways” “okay, now I know you don’t want to do anything over the top today but..” “No, Shawn please can we keep everything small?” “Okay, so what do you want to do?” “Um, let’s see we can go for a nice walk, make lunch together, and um exchange a gift?” “You know that doesn’t sound too bad, I’ll be at your house in half an hour kay?” you yawn again “hm? Oh yeah, see you” you hung up.
Honestly if you didn’t get out of bed now you wouldn’t get anything done today. You groaned and pulled yourself out of bed, after a quick shower you felt more yourself you put on black tights with a long shirt/sweater thing with the word ‘dream’ on it. You did light makeup and breakfast and got out your present for Shawn, you had seen this mood letter thing going around on social media, and with Shawn about to leave for his world tour, you though it was a good idea so you wrote a bunch.
The doorbell rang you picked up your purse and went to meet Shawn you opened the door and there he stood with a big grin on his face and his arms filled with grocery’s “Shawn! I thought we were going to do grocery together!” ” I know but I thought I would do them and we could go on a walk now instead of later” you took the groceries and put them on your counter stepped outside and locked the door behind you when you turned you looked up at Shawn “hey, let’s go”. You both decided to walk behind your apartment because there was a river and sometimes swans came so you could sit there and talk and enjoy all the scenery. You talked about him leaving for tour and he talked about the muffins you make for him. You contemplated giving the letters to him now but decided against it. “Hey Shawn, If we want to make lunch we’d better head back now” “okay” he said pecking your cheek. You both headed back to your apartment.

*In your kitchen

“Okay, Y/N, I’ll start the salad do you want to make chicken or something?” Shawn asked “Um, yeah I recently found this recipe want to try that out?” “Okay, I’m game” when you were both done in the kitchen and you had put the chicken to bake. You figured you both had some time to kill, so you suggested you watch a movie or something, Shawn agreed, but he had to get something from the car first so you picked a T.V. show you both liked and waited for him to come back.

You decided you were going to give him the letters now it seemed the best time to do so. He came into the room with 2 pints of ice cream and a small bouquet of flowers, “ Happy Valentines Day Y/N, I’m lucky I get to spend it with you” “Shawn! The flowers are beautiful! And Ice cream is always welcome!!! I have something for you too” “Really?” “yup,” you handed him the bundle of envelopes “Now I know it’s not really a typical Valentines day gift, but I thought you would like them” you say biting your lip “Wow, these are really thoughtful of you there’s one for everything! I love it, except…”  “except?” “well, you see Y/N, It makes my gift look lame” he said pouting, you giggled “aww, no sweetie I love your gift”

*3 months into Shawn’s tour, Shawns pov

It was right there on my bed, in a purple envelope titled “Homesick”, it was like she knew everything I was going through right now, every time I opened a letter it was like a little bit of her was there with me in the room, either comforting me, or laughing with me or just being there for me. Right now that was just what I needed. I opened the letter and started reading, somehow she knew exactly what to say, even if she wasn’t actually here. It made me realize how lucky I actually was to have her in my life.

A/N: Here is one for valentines day! Hope you like!

So I had a thought

How tf did Ford manage to figure out a perfect 3-part harmony could kill zombies and I began to imagine

Fiddleford: OKay!!! Zombies!!! what do we do about this?? haha! don’t panic!!

Stanford: Um.. let’s see… I have no clue!!!

Fiddleford: *mumbling an old country tune nervously*

Stanford: What are you doing?

Fiddleford: I sing when I panic, okay?? can you blame me??

Stanford: It’s okay!! We’ll figure this out!!! or not!! i have no idea what to do???

Fiddleford: We’re dead! We’re doomed! *singing louder*

Stanford: *singing with him this time*

Ford&Fidds: *harmonizing really pretty as the zombies inch closer*