what a nice reminder


Ended up drawing him as my warm up today, he looks a bit weird but otherwise he looks ok, drew a bunch of other things in the drawpile but they are mostly all related to an au me and my babes on discord have so not sure if I am going to post them or not, so enjoy this weird looking Papy <:

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If the three of you had a superpower what would it be? (Also, Sam the powers you had from drinking Demon blood DO NOT count.)

What a nice reminder of that lovely time.

I’d teleport so I didn’t have to listen to Dean’s music all the time between hunts. -Sam

Reading people’s minds!

Super strength! -Dean

Really? -Sam

Super strength?

Hey you remember that kid Todd right? The town where wishes came true? Small fry was intimidating when you realized what he was capable of. -Dean

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anonymous asked:

Remember Sebastian Stan's tongue? I feel like we haven't seen it in ages... WTF?!

I know, right!! I think the last one I saw was when he was working out

I do miss it, so I think we NEED a reminder of what it looks like. 

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a little tongue never hurt anyone, but a lot can drive you crazy

Tips To Surviving Band Camp

Hey everyone! So as the school year is coming to an end, marching season is beginning. This of course means band camp! Whether you’re a rookie or a returner, it’s always nice to know what you’re getting into and have some reminders.

1. WATER! Drink LOTS of water! This is probably the most important thing. Stay hydrated, drink water every chance you get, because you’re going to be out in the hot sun on the turf all day. Most people bring those big water jugs, make sure you drink AT LEAST one of those in a day, two would be even better. Drink a lot at night too so you’re hydrated in the morning too. 

2. Sleep! You’re gonna be exhausted at the end of each day, so make sure you take care of yourself and get the sleep you need to stay healthy during camp. I know I went to my drum major’s house and fell asleep during dinner break last year XD You want to have the energy you need, which is gonna be a lot, so don’t be staying up till 1 or 2 am watching netflix if you know you have vis block at 7 am.

3. For my trans and nonbinary friends, DO NOT bind during band camp! Trust me, I am in the same boat with this one. As much as I know you want to pass, it’s not safe or healthy to bind in those conditions. You’ll restrict your breathing at a time when it matters most. I know it’s gonna suck, but your health and safety is more important.

4. Don’t blow your chops out! Sometimes you really wanna practice, or over practice, but trust me if this happens you won’t be helping yourself. You wanna be able to come to camp every day ready to play your best, and you won’t be able to do that if you over played the day before. Know you’re limits and recovery time, especially for all you lead trumpets.

5. Eat. Whether you’re in drum corps or a high school band, you all need to eat. This goes along with sleep and water, but you need the energy. If you go jazz running around the field in 100 degrees whether with no food in your stomach, you’re gonna throw up or pass out. Stay healthy and take care of your body and make sure you’re getting the nutrients and protein your body needs for an activity like this.

6. When it comes to health and safety, just know your limits. If you’re not feeling great, sit out. You director will understand. Your health always comes first. And if something doesn’t feel right, don’t be afraid to tell someone. Also, I know a lot of people have injuries. Make sure you don’t push those. Wear the knee brace or the elbow brace, wrap your ankle, do whatever you can to help yourself and sit out if it hurts. Don’t push yourself too far.

7. Now that the health and safety stuff has been addressed, social interaction! A lot of you rookies may go in not knowing people, and I understand how scary that can be. Take it from someone who couldn’t even talk to the two girls marching next to me for the entirety of band camp, it’s so much better if you just talk to them. Talk to other freshmen, talk to your section leaders and drum majors, talk to the upperclassmen! We want to get to know you too, and we know it’s hard at first. Band camp is the beginning of a great journey and you’ll make so many friends, you have nothing to be worried about.

8. DON’T LOSE YOUR DOT SHEETS OR MUSIC!!! Seriously. If you lose them, we have to go to the band room and make copies, then you’re behind because you didn’t have all the materials. It makes it easier on everyone if you keep track of everything. It’s also good to show that you’re responsible.

9. Listen to your techs, section leaders, and drum majors. They know what they’re talking and they were put into their positions for a reason. If they tell you you need to fix something or to stop messing around, listen. They’re doing what’s best for you and the band. You learn so much from them too, take every opportunity you get when they give you tips for improvement.

10. HAVE FUN! Like I said earlier, band camp is just the beginning. Do things with your friends! Go out for lunch or dinner together, get to know everyone, have a little fun with your rehearsals. A lot of schools do games at band camp and get into it! It’s so fun to just relax and goof around with people. Do things with your section, talk to people. Just have a good time! These people are gonna become your family and give you an amazing experience.

Bonus (11). A lot of people are reblogging this and adding SUNSCREEN! I cant believe I forgot that haha but yes! Sunscreen is super important! Even if you don’t burn easily, wear it! Reapply every 1-2 hours if I’m being honest. Getting burned sucks!

Hey Jacksepticeye community, just a reminder about the Anti/Schneeplestein chaos that has been going around lately. Remember, this is for Jack as much as it is for you. He’s having a ton of fun with this, and I want him to keep having a ton of fun with this, so here’s some gentle reminders:

  • Theories are nothing to argue about, and certainly nothing to name call someone for if you disagree.
  • It’s cool to be hyped, but remember some members of the community are not as hyped as you, and that’s okay. If someone asks you to tag your Anti/Schneeplestein stuff, please do.
  • Likewise, if you are not hyped, leave the theorists in the main tag be. Jack is living for their interaction right now, and he wants to see it too. Ask those you follow to politely tag their stuff, and then you can blacklist it if you don’t want to see it. Most members are kind enough to do that for you.
  • No matter what happens tomorrow, whether it lives to your expectation or not, people are allowed to have an opinion. People are allowed to dislike it. People are allowed to obsess over it. You have no merit to white knight your opinion if you see the opposite of your opinion. Be respectful and move on.

We are known for being a good community. We are known for our acceptance, tolerance, and gentle mannered behavior. If you go out of your way to harm a member of the community with your opinion, I know Jack will be disappointed in you, so please remember to mind your manners. We all want to have fun here, and we want Jack to have fun too, right? Don’t ruin this for him.

Thank you, and may Anti have mercy on all our souls.

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Steve fic based around this button? i(.)ebayimg(.)com/images/g/MDkAAOSwt0FZCocL/s-l500(.)jpg

Steve didn’t think something as small and inconsequential would have lasted. But there it was in a box of effects that Becca had given him (there was a shirt and a scrap of paper Steve had drawn the skyline on for Bucky and some letters with Bucky’s deliberate, heavy handwriting).  

I gave my share inside a faded red heart and the year – 1928.


He’d been ten, at the time, breathing reedy and limbs thin.  He was picking himself up from a scrap, (Bucky would be back for Steve once he’d properly run the other boys off), when he saw it, shiny and entirely not trash behind the barrel.

Fifty cents.  A whole fifty cents and Steve couldn’t believe it.  He and Bucky could split something at the diner, maybe.  

He thought of what his Ma had said about fortune and some people not having any, had thought of the fight he was in – the little girl was gone but her shoes still had holes in them bigger than Steve’s.  

When Bucky returned, Steve had pocketed the quarters and was dusting himself off.   

“Your Ma is gonna kill me.  Lookit you.”  

“We gotta make a stop on the way, Buck.”  

Bucky glared and Steve returned it, neither having the energy for anything more.  

Bucky sighed.  “Fine.”

Steve marched them straight to the Red Cross and donated the fifty cents he’d found, and the woman at the desk – kind-faced and eyes full of something Steve couldn’t describe – gave him a pin.  I gave my share, it said.  

He pinned it on his shirt and his Ma – when he stepped through the door at home she didn’t mention his bruises or the bleeding, but she saw his pin and smiled so wide, Steve thought her cheeks might ache.  


Steve left the pin in the box, needing to find a place that would be safe but visible for him to keep it.  It made him think of his Ma and Bucky and Erskine; on those days he questioned himself and his purpose, it helped him to think of his ten-year-old self, reassure himself that boy, that boy who wanted to give, was still in there.  


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Essays in Existentialism: Movies

Jake was a romantic at heart and a huge fan of old b+w movies, and he and Clarke went to the old local movie theatre every Sunday to watch them. So when Jake dies, Clarke carries on the Sunday tradition alone…til, one Sunday, she meets Lexa.

The funeral was at 1pm.

At six-thirty, with no will left for the rest of the people that crowded in her house, the only daughter left the wake without a single word. Wondered straight out off of the porch with no real thought at all, not even missed by anyone in particular. 

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I cannot believe prompto’s idea of flirting with cindy was to get up insanely early, stand on a hill that was freaking outside of town, and take a scenic (???) picture of her grandfather’s garage in order to show his affection–presumably meaning he was going to give it to her/show it to her at some point in time. Like??? “oh cindy here look at this cool picture of the garage you work at every day. bet you’ve never seen it before, huh?” Has this child ever successfully talked to a crush ever? Like that is super cute but also u could have idk just talked to her instead? Can someone help him? What an absolute dork

anonymous asked:

Hi I've been following you for a short while and I just want to thank you for your Cor Content. There isn't enough love for the Marshal so thank you for giving him some love ;u; have an awesome day!


Thought I could leave you
‘Cause I felt my heart numbing
It hit so deep I closed my eyes and I just took off running
I turned around and saw the look on your face
So I stay

But I don’t need you
And you should know that baby
It’d take a miracle for you to really try and change me
Then I felt sorry for the look on your face
So I stay

Thanatos Night Story & Character Bios


Swooping down to the sleepless skyscrapers, a feast (gig) by the disoriented fallen angels takes place.

The ones you face now are fallen angels who’ve swept down to the skyscrapers.

“In a town where an Angel swept down to,” you (who has moved in) unexpectedly meets this “Angel” by chance.

Your curiosity about death leads to them gaining interest in encountering you. And thus, it’s decided that you’ll listen to their song… …

The feast (gig) of the disoriented fallen angels―――

Izaya (CV: Hatano Wataru) [One-Winged Fallen Angel]

“If you want to die, go ahead. But if you do, will you obey the orders I give you?”

Height: 177cm

Weight: 55kg

What He Likes: Melon

What He Hates: Cookies made by Liam

CD Release Date: November 23rd, 2016

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write....a fic where Katniss and Peeta are dating but go to separate schools. Peeta goes to private school so his friends (or enemies) doesn't believe Katniss exists. Maybe some sexy time when she tries to cheer him up. Then she shows up at his school or their schools are at the same sporting event and she makes it clear that he is hers.

Well this was…specific. I did my best, Anon. Hope you don’t mind some cheesiness with your smut. ;-) RATED M for the hanky panky.

The Lies That Bind Us

“Now this is what I like to call a ‘target rich environment.’ Nice specimens,” Johanna says as she cranes her neck to check out a passing gymnastics squad wearing the colors of our biggest rival and our host – Mercator University.

“We’ve been here five minutes and you’re already scoping out for your list? From them?” I ask, standing on my toes to gage our progress through the line to check into the dorms.

“Come on, Kat. Private school, lots of money, plenty of lonely and horny students with Daddy issues—”

“Bunch of entitled assholes who swap partners and STD’s every other month,” I mutter.

“So hide it before you ride it, Brainless,” Johanna sneers and someone coughs beside us.

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And it’s a damn shame that not enough people appreciate that side of him. But I think that’s mostly because a lot of fans seem to find him hard to understand in general. There are two fiercely divided camps when it comes to Jimin’s personality - those people who believe he’s completely soft, and those people who think he’s some wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It’s a topic that a lot of fans have already discussed at length so I’ll just skip ahead and say the obvious conclusion, which is: They’re people. They can’t be shoehorned into one role or stereotype.

What I’m saying is.. I love sassy, unapologetically savage Jimin because that’s a part of who he is as a complete person.

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Non-vegans love to tell us that if only we were nice to people when we advocate for veganism, they will listen. This is a lie. No matter how nice we are to non-vegans, they will still find a reason not to listen to us, because our very existence is “shoving our beliefs down their throat”. The very thing we stand for is a reminder of what they’re responsible for.

No matter how nice we are, we cannot advocate for veganism without showing people the truth of what’s happening to the animals that suffer. This truth is brutal and ugly, and non-vegans don’t like being reminded of it. No amount of politeness and kind words changes it. So instead, they shift the blame onto us to avoid the discomfort of feeling guilt, even when we are perfectly civil.

“You think you’re better than me!”

“Just live and let live!”

“Stop shoving your beliefs down my throat!”

The reality is, the truth doesn’t care about your feelings. The truth doesn’t change because a vegan was “mean” to you. Making animals suffer because you don’t like a vegan’s tone of voice when they are still telling you the cold, hard truth is childish and petty. 

Take responsibility for yourself, and stop blaming other people for your actions. 

You don’t own me // Epilogue

Originally posted by huzursuzhayaller

Word count: 1379

Warnings: A little angst but not really.

Author’s note: So here is the epilogue to the Ydom-series since I got so many requests for it :D I hope you like it my lovely anons, @byunshim , @itsthepurplegurlme and of course anyone else ♥♥♥


Recent: Aftermath

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13/ Final

“Oh god I totally forgot the time! I gotta go! I am sorry boss. I hope you are sympathetic about it.” You got up of the office chair.

“Sure go ahead! I just wanted to say that I am really satisfied with your progress throughout these past years Miss Y/L/N. I wish you a great weekend”, your boss said goodbye.

“Thank you very much. I am very grateful that I got the chance to work here. Have a nice weekend too.” You bowed deeply before your hurried out the door.

You quickly got into your car and started the motor. It took you twice the time you usally needed till you finally arrived at the small building. The rush hour in the evening were always horrible. Especially on friday.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you mumbled while running towards the entrance.

“Hi, hello, I am here now. I am so sorry for being late. I hope it didn’t make to much of a fuss. Where is Sunny right now?”, you apologised to one of the daycare ladies.

“No, don’t worry Miss Y/L/N. Sunny was already picked up by her “Daddy” “, she reassured you.

It felt like your heart stopped beating for a second and an indefinable pain clutched your chest. All the good mood from a second ago had vanished.

“You gave my child to a random stranger who said he was her father! Unbelieveable! How incompetent are you?! I swear to good if she is hurt or anything I will make sure you will pay for it! I gotta call the police right now!”, you stormed out to your car to get your phone as you saw a tall, dark man leaning against it. He was holding hands with Sunny. Your mouth gaped open. 

“Did you already forgot about me?”, this very well known smile greeted you.

You sprinted the remaining distance between the two of you to throw yourself into his arms. Burying your face deep into his shoulder to find this little bit of familarity.

“I have missed you…”

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