Your blog is so relaxing. I always wish it was Autumn even now. Thank you for running this blog. You're the best. <3
I wish it were autumn already too. I’m excited for summer, but I know myself: I’ll be excited for a solid week, then it’ll get aggressively hot, leaving me feeling as though I’ve crawled into the depths of hell, and I’ll want fall so badly that I’ll come on here and drown my followers’ dashboards in fall pictures—ha!
Thank you so much for the sweet message, lovely. I hope you have a fun weekend!
In my class we had to draw a modern political cartoons and write a paper about the cartoon. And it could be about whatever it was just a fun holiday-weekend HW assignment. Anyways this person in class drew a cartoon of a giant foot stomping on a white man to represent how POC are actually the true racists and oppressing the white man. So she drew like this huge foot with words “Native American, Black, Latino, Middle Eastern, Pacific Islander, etc.” in it and it’s stomping on a small defenseless white man.
Sometimes shit happens and you forget how lucky you are. But sometimes there are sparks of light, like people and silly polaroids and bad karaoke and junk food and dumb jokes and ugly snapchat filters and you remember how many things there are to be grateful for. Last night I turned a year older and nothing changed; it was just me. The same me, but a year older. And I survived another year as nothing but me. And that’s pretty cool. // Last night was day one of the most exhausting, beautiful, stressful, memorable, and fun weekend of my life and I couldn’t be more grateful.
inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)
“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.
“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”
Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”
“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”
Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.
Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.
It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.
Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”
“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”
Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.
“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.
“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.
Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.
Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…
Top 10 surprise visits to each other while they're living apart ^^
I’m going to have to cut this
down to 5 because the majority of their trips to see each other were planned well in advanced to give them both things to look forward to and also
because they tended to stay for a long time when they had the chance and needed to plan ahead for it. But there
were a few very spontaneous trips before they eventually moved in together. There
were several ‘just deciding to fly over for the weekend a few days before’ types (being a well-paid athlete has its perks) but here are the 5 best:
Top 5 Surprise Visits To Each
Other While They’re Living Apart:
5) One time after one of their regular extended Skype sessions when Viktor was helping teach Yuuri Russian, Yuuri told him ‘You know, I’d
really love to be able to practice my Russian in the country itself’ and Viktor
got all heart-eyed like ‘you know you can come and visit me whenever you want’
and Yuuri just smiled and held up the plane tickets he had just bought like ‘I know, I’m flying out
4) During one of the longer periods apart Yuuri started to
really, really miss Viktor and it was making him feel really down and insecure. Viktor
picked up on it straight away and the next day Yuuri ended up crying to him on the
phone like ‘I’m sorry for crying but I just really miss you’ and Viktor told
him to ‘open the door’ and he was standing outside Yuuri’s apartment with a
bunch of roses after taking the first flight to Detroit
3) At the Four Continents after chapter 14 (so about a month
or two after the GPF). Yuuri had come to watch Viktor at the Russian nationals
but they had agreed that the dates of the Europeans and the Four Continents
were cutting it too close for Viktor to be able to make it to cheer Yuuri on in
return. Naturally Viktor showed up anyway, much to Yuuri’s surprise and delight
and Yakov’s exasperation (he didn’t mind really though because Viktor was happier than Yakov had ever seen him before and that was what he cared about most).
2) At their six month anniversary Viktor planned in secret with Phichit to surprise Yuuri. Yuuri came home from training that day to find a note from
Phichit on the door saying that he would be gone for the weekend and to have
fun and when Yuuri walked into his bedroom Viktor was lying on his bed waiting for him (There were rose petals involved and very minimal clothing. It was
very cliché but Yuuri loved it anyway. After he finished laughing). Phichit
actually decided to stay away for a week just to be safe.
1) After the GPF in chapter 14 they spent a lot of time
calling/skyping each other and making plans but they were still trying to work
out how to do long distance until everything settled down and none of the plans
were confirmed yet. But that didn’t stop Yuuri from flying out to surprise
Viktor by showing up to give him a good luck kiss at the rink-side during the
Russian Nationals, prove to the world/Russia that Viktor was his and he was
Viktor’s and stay for Viktor’s birthday. They celebrated together in St
Petersburg and Yuuri officially met all of Viktor’s rink-mates for the first
Cassie’s Classics Challenge -
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin
Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.
“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.
“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.
“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need some confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.
Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.
It was crazy fun drawing all these characters for the “Young Animal Mixtape” cover. The sampler comic was included with Gerard Way’s Cave Carson record for Record Store Day last weekend. Super fun stuff. Tamra Bonvillain killed it on the colors.