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“We owe all our success to Black Tumblr. I have never seen people mobilize on the internet like Black people do.”

The Blackout’s (@theblackoutofficial) co-founders shared what Black Excellence means to them and where they’re seeing examples of it in the world today. Take a second and feel proud, because they’re seeing a lot of it in you guys on Tumblr. If you missed the Answer Time they just finished, you can find it here

A Battle of Wits

Originally posted by juptern

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A battle of wits, a bit of Sherlock-level deductions on both ends

Warnings: none

Word count: 509

A/N: ok you guys I am so sorry but I’m not gonna be able to post imagines for the next couple of days, I have a lot going on in school right now so I won’t be able to work on requests or anything.  so to make it up to you guys, I’m posting a short drabble that I wrote before I even created this blog.  So sorry again, hope you enjoy!

“Cliché,” he muttered under his breath, turning back to his laptop.

“Excuse me?” she demanded. He rolled his eyes as he continued typing. “Please, do explain.”

“Listen,” he starts, closing his laptop lid, “I’ve seen it. There’s at least one in every small town.”

“One what?”

“A tortured artist,” he proclaimed, doing sarcastic jazz hands. “You had a miserable childhood, guessing some daddy issues? Abandonment?”

“Dad and mom, actually, but do go on Sherlock Holmes,” she corrected, leaning back in her seat. He pursed his lips before continuing.

“Because your life is so sad you created an outlet for yourself, an anchor of sorts where you can channel all of your negative emotions. Lo and behold you just so happen to have a knack for art, and thus begins your journey as a tortured artist.” He finished with a small smirk as he imitated what she had done before and leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms.

“Very good,” she drawled, leaning against the table. “You got me spot on.” He nodded nonchalantly. “Although I must say this entire tangent was very hypocritical.”

“Hypocritical?” he questioned, also leaning in.

“Oh yes, you see you’re quite the cliché yourself. The tragic writer.”

“Tragic writer?” he mused, taking a bite of his sundae. “Explain, please.”

“You, too, had a rough childhood. Not abandonment like me, though. No, your family had money issues. Mommy was never around so daddy had to do all the work, and he wasn’t the most responsible and reliable parent. You’re the oldest, so you take it upon yourself to act as a parental figure for your younger siblings. However, you quickly learn that it is much too difficult for you, not even a legal adult yet, to take care of yourself and others. You come to the decision that your family is better off without you. One less mouth to feed, one less occupied bed, one less person to buy necessities for. You run away and take care of yourself. You try your hardest to find a job, and you eventually find one at some run-down place where it’s not busy enough for anyone to give a damn about your age. You work as hard as you can, saving up as much money as possible until finally you made enough. For months you’ve been dying to buy yourself a laptop, a place where you can create and store your writing. You buy it and immediately start writing, isolating yourself from the world and finding solace and comfort in your own writing, where you can play god over any character you create. This eventually turns you into quite the brooding guy, hence the sardonic humor and lack of close friends.” She finished her analysis with a smirk and sipped on her milkshake, eyebrows raised. His mouth was slightly agape.

“Just one sibling,” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said,” he spoke up, “just one sibling. You said siblings. With an s. Plural. I just have one.” She shrugged, unbothered by his correction.

“I’m not Sherlock Holmes, Jughead.”

The Gang finally all done!  ✨☄️ Look out for a giveaway in the next week or so over at my instagram :) Also, upon multiple requests I’ve created a >>redbubble<< where you guys can find prints of my Stranger Things fanart, stickers, journals, and all sorts of cool stuff if you guys want to check it out! 

Thank you so much to everyone that has been so kind, supportive and amazing lately, it means the world to me!


“Better luck next time.”

Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
      sᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ( ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ) ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ!

  • ❝ This is the story of how I died. ❞
  • ❝ That’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ And for that one moment, everything was perfect. ❞
  • ❝ Why can’t I go outside? ❞
  • ❝ The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where you’re safe. ❞
  • ❝ All the things we’ve seen and its only eight in the morning. ❞
  • ❝ Stop taking everything so seriously. ❞
  • ❝ Stop with the mumbling, you know how I feel about the mumbling. ❞
  • ❝ I distinctly remember your birthday was last year. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t trust me. ❞
  • ❝ Okay, okay, okay…I’ve got a person in my closet. ❞
  • ❝ I do hate leaving you after an argument, especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. ❞
  • ❝ You are not leaving this tower! Ever! ❞
  • ❝ Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear. ❞
  • ❝ I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you, and how did you find me? ❞
  • ❝ I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…hi. How ya doin’? ❞
  • ❝ I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story. ❞
  • ❝ I have made the decision to trust you. ❞
  • ❝ Tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. ❞
  • ❝ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. ❞
  • ❝ Well that’s okay, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a despicable human being. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ❞
  • ❝ This is part of growing up. ❞
  • ❝ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ❞
  • ❝ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ❞
  • ❝ Go. Live your dream. ❞
  • ❝ Someone get me a glass, ‘cause I just found me a tall drink of water. ❞ 
  • ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞
  • ❝ I have got to get me one of these. ❞
  • ❝ I was going to offer you something worth one thousand crowns, would have made you rich beyond belief. ❞
  • ❝ A gift like that, well, it has to be protected. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my reputation. ❞
  • ❝ Well a fake reputation is all a man has. ❞
  • ❝ Why would he/she like you, come on now really. ❞
  • ❝ Look at you! Do you think that he/she’s impressed? ❞
  • ❝ I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that. ❞
  • ❝ All good things to those who wait. ❞
  • ❝ Well I hope you came to apologize. ❞ 
  • ❝ I need you not to get him arrested. ❞
  • ❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞
  • ❝ And what if it is? What do I do then? ❞
  • ❝ You get to go find a new dream. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not scared anymore. ❞
  • ❝ We want him/her instead. ❞
  • ❝ The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the lost princess. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. ❞
  • ❝ But I should have been hiding from you. ❞
  • ❝ Where will you go? He/She won’t be there for you. ❞
  • ❝ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ❞
  • ❝ You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s see how fast you can run. ❞
  • ❝ We’re going where no one will ever find you again. ❞
  • ❝Our secret will die with him. ❞
  • ❝ I will never stop trying to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t let you die. ❞
  • ❝ But if you do this, then you will die. ❞
  • ❝ You were my new dream. ❞
  • ❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞
  • ❝ After years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes. ❞
From Ed Sheeran's interview with MYfm, February 15, 2017.
  • Ed: To be honest, when I do get married, I don't think people will know that it's happening until it's happened. I don't wanna, I'm not--
  • Interviewer: Will it be a lowkey affair?
  • Ed: Definitely, yeah. Definitely. Probably just parents. I don't really, like, that whole kind of media circus around weddings is not really...
  • Interviewer: But that media circus is one thing that I think you've avoided really well, and it's obviously a personal choice.
  • Ed: Up until now, though. I think it's... it's getting quite bad now, yeah. Everything I say and do seems to be a news story, which I've never really had before.
  • Interviewer: Do you guard your words?
  • Ed: No. And that's the problem. Like, that's the problem 'cause lots of sort of negative stories are coming out just because I'm quite an open person.
  • Interviewer: [...] Sometimes the meaning of what you say can be dissected and taken and pieced and parsed to a small point, like politicians go through. And I would think that somebody in your world can get frustrated by that sometimes and not want to give as much of yourself.
  • Ed: Yeah, I find it really frustrating. And like it has got to a point where, probably the next album, I will do less interviews. Not radio, it's different when it's radio because you can hear the way I say stuff, but when it's a print interview... I said in a -- no, a guy said to me in an interview, "How do you feel if people copy you?" And I said, "I don't mind if people copy me." And then the headline in the paper was, "Ed Sheeran Says: People Copy Me." And I was like, that isn't, that isn't--
  • Interviewer: That's not what you said!
  • Ed: Yeah, but the thing is if it's on radio, it's different on radio because you can hear the way that I'm saying things. But in like, in print they can literally write whatever they want.
  • Interviewer: And you know what's so frustrating? Like if I sat here and asked you about an exgirlfriend or something, I'm asking you. But then people will be like, "Oh, Ed brought up his exgirlfriend." You know? That happens all the time in interviews.
  • Ed: Yeah. I find... yeah. It's a weird thing. And I can understand like when you see these huge American artists come out and none of them do interviews, you can kind of... it's because they've had years of this, I think.
  • Interviewer: Fake news!
  • Ed: Yeah, fake news. [laughs]

Monster (Carl x Reader)

“Imagine being Negan’s daughter. Simon lets you go scavenging around in the area outside the Sanctuary, but you end up lost. Everything will change when you run into the son of your fathers enemy.”

A/N: Just something random I did up to take a break in between requests.

Warnings: Swearing and Spoilers from season 7.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were planning. The sun had already started to set and you knew that your dad wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that you had left the Sanctuary. Simon had told you ‘just a few hours’ and that was the original plan but you got lost pretty quick. You hoped that your dad wouldn’t be too hard on Simon, he had trouble saying no to you and you enjoyed his company when your dad was out terrorizing the other settlements or with one of his many ’wives’. You continued to move through the thick brush as you tried to find something that looked familiar.

You heard the branch snap from behind you and you reacted quicker then you thought you could. You had tackled the assailant behind you, about to drive your knife into his skull before you noticed the color of his skin. The boy took your shock to his advantage and threw you off of him. You moved to get back to your feet but you heard the safety click off of his gun.

“Don’t move, put your hands up…”

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The Weight of the World

Okay, this is the very first request I got (iconic), I hope you like it!

REQ: ‘Hello, I was wondering if I could send in a request for a Jughead x Reader where the reader is going through a hard time at home (maybe at school too) and she meets Jughead at Pop’s bc there is no other seats and he can tell by the look on her face and how dark her under eyes are that something’s up and asks her about it even tho he barely knows her?’

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: I don't think there’s any???

Word count: 1789

My relationship with my parents was never really an overly loving one. It seemed as soon as I was old enough to think for myself their voices would breakthrough and say things like “Y/N are you doing your homework? Have you enrolled in enough extracurricular activities? Don’t even think of going to bed until you’ve studied for every subject”. And yes, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I had a healthy social life to balance this out, but my parents wouldn’t even allow me that, I’d have to come home from school straight away every day and get right into my studies, anything else was just unacceptable.

For most of my high school life, this was the way it was and I kind of just accepted it. That was until this year when it struck me that I literally had no friends because of this and I was absolutely miserable. I was so afraid of failure that even with my extra amounts of study, I’d stay up until ridiculous hours at night just to make sure I would definitely get an A on a stupid project or essay.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided that I needed to confront my parents and tell them I needed a normal teenage life, complete with friends and maybe even a boyfriend. The fact that this idea seemed so far-fetched made me want to cry. Today was finally going to be the day I’d face them.

 I mustered up all my courage on a particularly cold Friday after school and decided it was now or never. After I eventually reached my house, I carefully walked through the front door making sure to wipe my feet on the dull brown doormat that read ‘home sweet home’ as I’d been told to do so many times before. Instead of my usual pattern of going straight up to my room, I went to find my mother in the kitchen.  

 Just my luck my dad was there too, freshly home from work. “Hey, guys can I talk to you?” I started, barely noticing that my hands were shaking. I told them about where my head was at and I calmly explained that I needed more balance in my life. I guess I wasn’t that surprised when I was met with immediate retaliation. Spitting words at me like venom, they made it seem as though I was proposing something absolutely absurd, I could feel the weight of the world crashing down on me, suffocating me.

 When my mother said, “Y/N if you don’t fully commit yourself, you’ll never end up like us, you’ll be worthless and a burden on society”. That one statement made something click inside my brain, I looked up at her with tears stinging my eyes and said, “Mother, I never EVER want to end up like you and dad, I’d rather be dead than end up like you!” A look of shock flashed upon my parent’s faces and maybe a hint of remorse? I didn’t give myself time to analyse their expressions or wait for a reply, I quickly ran to the front door to get out of the house. I needed to get away, go somewhere, anywhere.

 The cool late afternoon breeze hit my face as I quickly walked down the street, drying my tears. There was really only one place that could make me feel better right now and I noticed myself walking there almost as if I was on auto-pilot.

 Ahhhh Pop’s, my place of solitude, and in my opinion Riverdale’s most iconic location. I walked up to the door and stepped inside. There was something about the retro vibe of Pop’s choc-lit-shoppe that made the atmosphere incredibly soothing for me.  I quickly made my way to the counter, ordering a chocolate milkshake, which was always my personal favourite. Pop handed me my milkshake with a big grin “Thanks, Pop, you’re the best,” I said with a weak smile. I turned on my heel to scan the rest of the area out for a free booth. To my disappointment, all the booths were occupied, mainly by happy looking families, which made my heart feel heavy.

 I started to make my way towards the very back of the choc-lit-Shoppe when my eyes landed on a raven-haired boy in a beanie viciously typing away on his laptop. I knew him to be Jughead Jones, we had advanced English together and he also happened to be my very first crush when I was 6 years old, I smiled to myself, thinking of how happy and innocent life was back then. 

He stared so intently at his screen and seemed so immersed in what it was he was doing, I thought he surely wouldn’t care if I came and sat down. At this point, I didn’t even really care myself I just needed to release my frustrations on this chocolate milkshake. So I stealthily slid down into the seat opposite him, placing my milkshake gently on the table in front of me.

 It seemed Jughead had the reflexes of a fox as he immediately lowered his laptop screen and looked at me with a furrowed brow and a blank expression “Um can I help you?” he asked in a questioning tone. I sighed, “Hey uh sorry, there was just nowhere else to sit and I just needed to sit a chill out for a bit, if it bothers you I can leave” I managed to blurt out. He looked at me for a second taking in my withered and sleep-deprived appearance, a look he himself knew all too well “No, uh its fine you can stay”. 

I gave him a weak smile and looked down at my shake expecting that to be the last of our conversation, thankfully I was wrong. “Aren’t you Y/N? We have advanced English together right? You wrote that tragically beautiful essay on Shakespeare, I remember” Jughead said closing his laptop fully, putting all his attention on me. “Yeah that’s me, and we most certainly do” I started, the corners of my mouth threatening a smile “I can’t believe the Jughead Jones is complimenting my writing ability” I chuckled, he looked at me with a puzzled expression so I continued “I’ve been reading the blue and gold and I’ve also heard you read a couple of your essays in class, you’re really amazing Jughead”.

 A small smile crept up on his face when I said this, which from what I’ve observed over the years was a thing Jughead never really wore. “Thanks”, his tone quickly changed and a more serious look had fallen back upon his face “hey do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here at this time? I mean usually every teenager in this godforsaken town is at home right now eating dinner with their parents or getting drunk with their friends, not hanging around Pop’s ordering chocolate milkshakes” He finished. 

A quick replay of the today’s past events flashed in my brain like a horror movie and the sting of it hit me all over again. The feelings inside must of translated onto my face because Jughead quickly said, “Look, I know it’s not my place but, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, I know we barely know each other, but sometimes talking to someone you don’t really know about your problems, can be easier than talking to someone you’re close with” he had this look in his eyes that made me believe he was being genuine, so I decided to take him up on his offer.

 “Well, I won’t bore you with the details but my parents have just been putting me under crazy amounts of pressure at school lately, to the point where I have zero social life because every waking second of my free time is spent studying, so much so that I’m just emotionally and physically exhausted” I sighed, pausing for a second “So tonight I told them I was done trying to be their perfect child and I needed time for myself yano, to be myself and not some robot. This, of course, set them off and I pretty much got told I was going to end up on the streets doing drugs or getting pregnant and to not come crawling back to them when my life goes down the gutter, so I just left and decided to come to Pop’s for some chocolate therapy” I let a small breathy laugh at how ridiculous my parents must sound to Jughead.

 “Wow, your parents sound like a tough crowd Y/N” Jughead said looking right at me “Yeah, you’re telling me” I rolled my eyes. “So are you going to keep up your freedom campaign, when you get home?” He asked “Yes, I think I will, I need time to be an actual teenager and maybe make some actual friends” I lightly smiled. “Well, pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in it and you can call me whenever your parents are giving you a hard time or if you just want to talk, I’m usually the lone wolf type but us writers are a dying breed and need to stick together” He half smiled motioning for me to hand over my phone.

 I quickly obeyed his gesture “Thanks for listening to me Jug, you were completely right, it so much easier practically talking to a stranger, I feel like a small weight has been lifted” I replied with a goofy smile on my face. “Well technically we’re not strangers anymore Y/N, we’re connected on a deeper level” he said tying his number in and passing my phone back “Again, you’re definitely not wrong” I laughed “but now I think its only fair I get to know more about you mister Jones, you’re quite the mystery”. He paused for a second, icy blue eye peering into mine “Every great mystery becomes unravelled with time” was all he replied with a small smirk plastered on his face.

 We spent the next two hours talking about books and music, I felt surprisingly really comfortable with Jughead. And eventually as the night drew on I made my way home only to find myself not worrying about what my parents would think of me, but more so on my future and what a positive thing it would be. I also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the new friend I had just made, my mysterious new friend who loved Pink Floyd and hamburgers. The self-described great mystery himself, Jughead Jones. He really was a mystery, one I was incredibly eager to solve and I had a feeling that in time I was going to do just that.

The River

The town I grew up in was surrounded by a river. No matter which road you took leaving town you had to cross it. The ancient, muddy Big Sioux River. Every spring and sometimes in the summer it would rage and flood until it felt like the town was under siege. No one could leave and no one could enter until it subsided.

Coming home from the bar one night, my grandfather missed the bridge. He was going almost one hundred miles an hour when he jumped the river crashing into the opposite bank. He was decapitated. His body impaled by the steering column. They never did find his head.

Strangely enough, some twenty years earlier while fishing in that same river, he reeled in the top part of a human skull. He took it to the Sheriff who sent it off to the lab in the city. They tested it and found that it was over 200 hundred years old and most likely Native American. The lab returned the skull to the Sheriff and he gave it back to my Grandfather.

Grandfather kept the skull in the basement. He’d take it out and show it to you if he had a couple beers in him. I held it in my hands after he died. I wondered if it was somehow his skull and time was a strange circle.

When I was ten I saw my first dead body. It was on the bank of that same river, off a different road. Some guy wrecked his motorcycle in the night. His body lay next to the river under a blue tarp the cops had thrown over him. My dad pulled his truck over on the other side of the bridge and we walked back across to where the cops were. We leaned over the rail of the bridge right over the tarp as one of the cops pulled it off. A heavy set dude lay there, almost like he was asleep. But he was so white it was startling. He was also wearing an Earl Campbell football jersey, the same kind Cristopher Cross wore in a video for his mega 1980 hit “Sailing.”

When I was in college, I woke up one morning after a long night of debauchery and someone had covered me up with a blue tarp. I’d passed out in the back yard. When I first opened my eyes I didn’t know what the hell was going on. The world was on fire in blue. I thought I was dead under a tarp like that guy I’d seen when I was a kid. I swear I could actually hear the words to that Christopher Cross song.

“Well, it’s not far down to paradise, at least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility”

When I was 14 my best friend and I drove a couple of girls down to the river and parked maybe a hundred yards from where I’d seen the dead guy in the Earl Campbell jersey. My buddy and one girl took off with a 6-pack to build a fire in a clearing. I just kinda sat there as I hadn’t been alone with a girl since I was a little kid. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I told her about the body I’d seen when I was a kid. She wanted to see where. I chugged the rest of my beer and grabbed a couple fresh ones, pointing out the way.

She laughed and dashed off and I dizzily chased her. She was pretty, far too pretty for me. I caught up with her by the bridge and told her the body had been on the other side. She grabbed a beer from me and cracked it open, accidentally spraying herself. She squealed like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I took off my t-shirt. She wiped her face with it, then ran off under the bridge to the other side.

She stopped where there was a bunch of gardenia plants all abloom. “This is the spot,” I said. “His family must have planted them,” she said, half shocked and half sad. I instinctively reached out to comfort her and she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me full on the mouth. I almost passed out from the excitement and the beer and the running and the perfume and the gardenias and the death.

Three years later she shot herself in the heart with a 12-gauge shotgun. She was pregnant. It wasn’t mine. I’d broken up with her more than a year before.

It didn’t make any goddamn sense. After I heard about it, I got in my car and drove. I wanted to get the fuck out of that stupid little town. Of course, it had been raining for three days and the river had flooded. So I pulled over and watched it. The water was raging in wild white cap torrents and I wondered if the bridge would hold.

Hey guys! I don’t know if you’re familiar with this magazine (I have since 2007), but @imaginefxmagazine‘s current issue talks about animation. 

In the magazine, they cover from storyboarding, to conceptual design, and even some character design examples from artist Peter de Seve. 

What I enjoy also enjoy about this magazine is the artist showcase, where you can find new artists and their social media sites. The magazine encourages you to send in your works for a possible feature (I say go for it, more exposure to the world of what you can do).

So if you decide to look at a Barnes & Noble (in the Technology/Arts section for the magazine rack), or Books-A-Million, see if they still have this issue. I hope this helps you as an animator and an artist! :) 

anonymous asked:

I can't believe there's not a Actor AU fic rec yet ! Everyone need this in their life 🙈 Have you by any chance read some? xxx

I can’t believe neither !! Thanks for asking !

- The Brightest Lights  : After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally   get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn’t think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star. (70k)

- sweet, where you lay  : Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them. (27k)

- Rise up like the sun  : “I wasn’t taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would’ve taken a pic with you if you’d just asked.” “No I didn’t want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you’re far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” (…) (34k)

- shine  : Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.  (40k)

- Harry Wants The D (List)  : Louis is a D-List celebrity looking to make his big break. Harry is a socialite looking to clean up his image. They come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. (11k)

- And this old world is a new world  : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k)

- Play Me Like One of Your French Girls  : Louis is Hollywood’s ‘Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling’, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love.Also featuring R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan. (26k)

- walk my days on a wire : Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind. (38k)

- Off The Record : Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t. (90k)

- Whirlwind  : AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

- 90 Day Return        : It was all supposed to be mutual promo. That’s it. A boyfriend for the winter - Louis can do this. (15k)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you  : (Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (14k)

- I’ve Been Wandering Round (But I Still Come Back to You)  : “Harry had always been beautiful, but lately he’d blossomed into this tall, sexy, man and Louis was having trouble dealing with it. And so, it seemed, were his hormones.” OR The one where Louis and Harry are best friends and co-stars on a popular television series and Louis inconveniently discovers he’s in love with him in the middle of a press tour. (27k)

- come on jump out at me  : Or, the one where actor louis tomlinson and one direction superstar harry styles try to fake a sex tape to help harry get out of the closet and they both get more than they bargained for. (28k)

- Tease  : AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry’s newest interest that much more intriguing. (12k)

UPDATE (last update on April 4Th 2017)

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I understand the end of the game! Listen to the guys, I can prove that Prompto, Gladio and Ignis are not dead. When I tell you how I understood it, you will laugh or cry or I do not know but you will understand everything!
I look again at the scene where Noctis speaks with Bahamut. Then I look at the scene where Noctis finds Ardyn in what you think is “beyond”.
They are not dand in the afterlife. They are in the crystal world, where Noctis must actually defeat Ardyn (that’s what Bahamut says.)
At the moment when Ardyn lowers his head to make a bow, Noctis uses the power of the crystal to provoke the illusion of Prompto, Gladio, Ignis, Luna and Regis.
They are not there, Ardyn just becomes crazy because of the power and believes the seeing. Simply because they can not be there. It is the world of crystal, the final battle, where only kings can be! There’s only Noctis and Ardyn at that time, the other are just an illusion!
Look at Ardyn’s eyes, these are the eyes that made me understand! He scared on seeing Prompto, Gladio and Ignis because he knows very well that it is impossible that they are there.
It is not the beyond but the world of crystal!
Noctis really defeated Ardyn in the heart of the crystal, alone.
I understood it when I saw Ardyn’s fear in seeing all the others.
I was seeing what Bahamut said and all corresponds.
Prompto, Gladiolus and Ignis are not dead and have never been in the beyond nor in the world of crystal.
Noctis used their images to destabilize and destroy Ardyn.
It was a way for him to say “it was our struggle versus you.” After that, Ardyn dies and leaves for the real beyond. If not, how could it be that he is still dying in the afterlife?
Well, simply because they were not there.
Noctis is now part of the crystal as well as the other kings, in the heart of the planet.
Do you understand now?
I’m too glad to have solved the case, thank you Ardyn!

Sorry for my bad english, I hope you understand !
I tell you, now, the real end of the game.

Bye guys !!

Interview with Hippo Campus @ the Teragram Ballroom (3/3/17)

Interview by Megan Hullander

Where did the idea for the album art for Landmark come from?

Nathan: It’s a recreation of our old rehearsal space, Zach’s basement.

Jake: Each of the objects in the room represents one of the songs on the record.

Ouija boards - actual ritual or running joke?

Nathan: Do we dabble?

Jake: We dabble, we dabble.

*exchange look*

Jake: No we don’t really.

Nathan: I don’t think I’ve ever used a ouija board, there’s a first time for everything though.

Jake: Tonight’s the night.

What do you picture people doing when they listen to your music?

Nathan: Making out.

Jake: Yeah, making out.

Nathan: Honestly, I would just love if it was just a poorly lit basement and this kid is like 16 or something and he’s just trying to cop a feel…That’d be cool. There’s nothing in my head, I don’t think about it that way. I guess I would want it to be fairly romantic.

What are your Tinder bios?

Nathan: Zach is the only one who has a Tinder.

Jake: And his bio is “I play bass in a band, this is my most defining feature.”

Nathan: He also used the wrong ‘affects.’ He was talking about something that affects him and put e-ffects instead of a-ffects and I’m like, “Dude, come on.”

Jake: Like come on, your Tinder linguistics man.

If you had one, what would yours be?

Jake: Tinder-what am I doing here again?”

Nathan: Tinder more like timber cause I’m falling off the…I down know. Or…eat me. Just go straight for it.

Jake: Some Little Big Town lyrics.

Nathan: Class of 2013.

Jake: Making waves, catching waves up on the roof.

Nathan: Bible verse. I’d probably put something from “Song of Solomon” in there.

What band would you leave this band for?

Jake: I wanna be the guy with Lorde that plays the drum pad.

Nathan: I wanna be Lorde.

What is the strangest dream you have had about one of your bandmates?

Jake: The death dreams are always…

Nathan: Those are always so real.

Jake: I had one about Zach a while back. I just remember like us three going to the funeral and then like flash forward like a month and we were all like hanging out and we were like “We should call…” and then we all looked at each other and we were just like…

Nathan: NO dude.

Jake: It was so heavy. I woke up so upset.

Nathan: I think one time it wasn’t that one of y’all died, but that Justin Bieber died.

Jake: He’s one of us man.

Nathan: Can you imagine if he died? We were all together and it’s just like we all just kind of broke down. But I woke up and I was like, “Holy shit this is where we are now in the world, Biebs is dead.”

Are you guys big Bieber fans?

Nathan: Man I appreciate…you gotta respect the guy.

Jake: I kinda feel for him on a level.

Nathan: I fuck with some of his shit.

Jake: Yeah I fuck with his shit I just don’t fuck with I feel like he’s trapped.

Nathan: Yeaj he needs to find himself a little bit. He’s got like the world on a string so hjw are you supposed to maintain yourself in that?

Jake: Well from the time he was young, people were just always telling him what he was to be like ‘Justin.’ Yeah, we’re pretty deep in the culture.

Nathan: It’s weird it’s kinda like we grew up with Justin Bieber in a way. I had the haircut. It’s not like we’re fans, there’s like camaraderie.

Who would you like to collaborate with?

Jake: I mean Migos are the Beatles of our generation.

Nathan: I’d like to collaborate with… or I just want to sort of be in the same room as Young Thug. Just watch him do whatever…”

Jake: Sean Paul?

Both break out in song (again), a mediocre rendition of Sean Paul’s “Temperature.”

Nathan: Hippo Paul or Sean Campus?

Jake: Shippo.

Many artists have been getting political have you ever considered making a statement with your music or using your influence?

Nathan: It’s been talked about. It’s a weird subject. I think there is a fine line between our duty and our business. I think it’s…Yes, we have considered it.

Jake: There was an interview the other day where we talked some politics. I think within the band it’s a very person to person basis. We’re all political in different ways. And if we are getting political, we use a personal platform as opposed to the band’s. Everything is very political right now.

Nathan: Everyone is doing it. It’s very trendy.

A New Hope (Zombie Apocalypse AU! Lay)

Originally posted by thatsbeautifulsoul

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Can i request a zombje apocalypse au with yixing where the readers pregnant and about to give birth whilst zombies are trying to attack please??

Who knew the world being sent into an apocalyptic state would help you find love. You and Yixing had been together since the cases started to become more frequently reported. After spending a year or so alone you managed to find a good group who like you guys had no idea who each other was until they came together.

There was a rather, large bump in the road when you found out you were pregnant. You first talk to the used to be paramedic, Minseok who told you that the pregnancy could cause a lot of problems for the group as a whole but you would have to talk to Junmyeon the leader of your group. But before you even did that you told Yixing who went through many faces within a few minutes. Shock, happiness, worry, and anger. Of course the anger wasn’t at you but the fact you had flesh eating creatures after you the whole time.

But to the members of the group, the baby became a beacon of pure and untouched innocence needed to help through the apocalypse. Even though a few of the member Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Jongdae were parents already their wives never went through pregnancy during the apocalypse at least so far.

The group managed to find a very good and decently safe place in the middle of nowhere to live. It was a pretty town that sustained your lives very well. There was the occasional pack of the undead or just a stray that came along but you grew to find a sort of normalcy within a hellbent world.


“You’re on bed rest understand?” Minseok told you as he gave you a stern look. “Only if things go down the shitter you try to get out of be-” “she gets it” Chanyeol said as he stood at the door. He was learning a thing or two from Minseok about medicine so if it came down to it he could help. And happened to share the home with you, Yixing, and another member Kyungsoo who was out on a run with a few of the other males who went. The home you picked was mainly because it had a nursery already in it. It was in shambles and you all hoped the family made who lived there before you made it out okay. But for now it was your home.

Soon the loud sound from the clock tower rang through the air as you three all shared a look. Chanyeol rushed to the first floor of the house to lock the doors and check the windows as Minseok looked outside before closing the blinds. “Shit this isn’t good. That bells only rang twice before” Chanyeol says as he headed to one of the room in the house and picked up an ax before something caught his eye outside.

“Kyeongmi is out there” he calls as he looked at the little girl, Jongdae’s daughter who was running away from zombies “why the hell is she out there alone?” he hissed as he rushed back to the room. “I gotta get her” he said “don’t be stupid-” “I’m not gonna let her die. She’s just a kid” Chanyeol says. “Help me up” you say as Minseok gives you a look. “You’re going with him. I’ll be by the door waiting for you guys. Help me up and save her” you hiss.as the quickly rushed to help you up.


“Shit” Jongin says as he slammed on the gas and slammed into a good few of the zombies. “Go go go” Yixing says as he slams his door into a zombie with extreme force. “Hyojoo?” Jongdae whispers as he saw what zombies were surrounding. He quickly swung his bat into the face of one of them as he looked down at his dead wife. Kyungsoo smashed down on the head of one that nearly bit Jongdae in his dazed state but Yixing snaps him out of it as they quickly went back into clearing the town. Baekhyun, Junmyeon, Sehun, and a few others from your group were already farther down taking out ones that were getting close to the neighborhoods as they took out the ones near where they held food and other supplies.

It took awhile but they managed to get all of them that were terrorizing there town. The faint sound of a scream ripped through the air and Yixing knew right away it was yours. “Y/N” he said as he took off running with the others behind him. He thought the worst of the moment as he slammed on the front door of your house seeing the smeared blood on the door. “Y/N!” he yelled loudly as he hit the door even harder. Another scream came along as he was about to break the door down before it opened revealing Chanyeol who had blood from the zombies and a bit of his own from being knocked on him. You screamed again “she’s in labor” he tells Yixing as they all rush inside.

Kyeongmi?“ Jongdae called as he and his daughter quickly rushed to each other “they got mama” she said as Jongdae nodded bringing her close. The sweet moment was inhanced by the loud wails of a new being entering the home. A smile quickly made its way on the faces of the males as they listened as Yixing cheered.


Zhang Shou rested calmly in your arms as you sat on a rocker on the front porch of the home. Two months ago was the last time any undead creature walked through your town. Shou had no idea of the world still, what it truly was like. And happy news for the town came as baby number two was in the belly of Sehun’s recently brought in ‘girlfriend’ who they rescued during a run and the pair quickly hit it and it seemed pretty well for her to already be pregnant. You hummed lightly as he yawned “you’re the start of a new generation for us” you coo. A pickup pulled up to the front of the home as Yixing and Kyungsoo hopped out and opened the truck bed. “Where are the others?” he asked seeing you sit there.

“Inside” you called back “Chanyeol, Minseok” he yelled in as he got to the porch. He sent you a smile “hey little man. Looking handsome as always” he coos bending down to his son. “What do you want?” Chanyeol asks as he pops out. “We need your help with a project” Yixing says as Minseok soon appears. “We found a playground set and a few other things for the kids” Kyungsoo calls up “I figure we can make this town a little more homey” Yixing says as you smile. He was going to make this a place for your son to live his life well.

The signs as shit Karamatsu says:
  • aries: *chokes back tears* FIGHT ME, DAMN IT!!
  • taurus: A potted plant is no good... Then I have no choice but to go bare-foot... My feet will be sore halfway there. My poor feet.
  • gemini: *rips off shirt* The gears of love have begun to turn!
  • cancer: NON NON NON~
  • leo: I'll just say this... Now that you're dating me, you're not gonna get away with being just rental girlfriend.
  • virgo: There is no point in love if you have to compromise.
  • libra: (to mom) Madam, I do believe it's almost snack time...
  • scorpio: No matter what I do, I hurt people. I'm a sinful man. A Guilt Guy™.
  • sagittarius: (to police officer) Where can I find a flower that's about to wilt around here?
  • capricorn: HEH. I want to ... better myself ... HEH. I want to ... give people dreams. HEH ..... World peace.
  • aquarius: You won't find rust in a place like that. The only thing that's rusty is my heart.
  • pisces: I'm crazy too! It's dangerous to leave me alone!.. MOMMY!

With the conclusion of that chapter and Volume 3, I think I have to admit that I’m just really not enjoying the manga at all. Even the odd moment here or there isn’t offsetting my overall feelings toward it, and it’s only getting worse the further we go. When I started this, I told myself that I’d reexamine when I got to the point of using #jet wolf versus the manga about as much as I wasn’t. And so here we are.

I don’t think I’m really bringing anything that needs to be brought, at this point. I’m not even motivated to particularly embrace or expand the parts I enjoy, so it’s just vague “this was okay” alongside “RAAAR”, and it’s just not a fun experience.

Plus I’m on edge waiting for the drama to come and smack me full bore in the face rather than flitting around and taking potshots, and jesus wept, no thank you.


I’m going to stop liveblogging the manga, in the more traditional sense of my liveblogs. We’ll still keep to this schedule of the manga (Tuesdays/Thursdays), and that’ll be happening every week until I’m done with the whole series. Please keep telling me when I should slot in the side stories!

But for the most part, those liveblogs will be silent. I’ll post the title page so you’ll know where I am. If there’s something I truly compelled to talk about, I’ll make a post. And when I finish the issue, I’ll write up a summary of what happened in my own words, sort of how I did for the end of Act 14. THEY MAY WELL NOT BE FLATTERING WORDS, but my feelings will be in one easily skippable post.

I’ll also stop reading the manga an hour or two earlier on its scheduled days than I might have otherwise, and instead spend the rest of the day focusing on Asks pertaining to the chapters I read. If there’s a plot point or panel detail you guys want me to talk about, I’m happy to! Don’t hesitate to send me questions (positive or negative) and point me where you’d like me to WORDS.

Otherwise, I think the liveblog process as it currently stands is just going to lead to frustration and upset for most everyone, including me, and there isn’t enough no thank you in the world. I’d rather just zip through the thing and move to something I can enjoy.

Any questions, just ask! I hope everyone finds this to be a smart move all around, but feel free to let me know your thoughts.

The Kids From Yesterday

i decided to start on this tonight because i had an idea. so, here. the killjoy au, part one

mad gear is tyler

missile kid is josh


You lay on the dirt crusted mattress in the back of the van. That’s where this story starts, not in a battle to the death with the bad guy, not with the cuddling of a couple in a clean bed with satin sheets. You remember those days, when the world was almost better, and then BL/ind came to power. You are now stuck in the zones, fighting for your life. You have no time for romance, unfortunate for the two guys sitting in the front seat.

“Where d'ya think we are, Kid?” Mad Gear asks from the front. You can almost hear Missile Kid shrug, telling his best friend all he knew was you were near Zone 3.

“Maybe we can stop soon, stretch our legs,” you suggest, crawling from the mattress to a seat in the back.

“Yeah, I can do with that, we’ll have to find a station soon, too,” Kid says. You nod your head, looking over the wheel to see the fuel gauge was dangerously close to E.

“There seems to be something coming up,” you point out, feeling slightly giddy at the sight of a building in this wasteland. It’s a small diner with an adjoining fuel pump. Kid shares the same excitement as you do. Gear seems hesitant but you need to get something in the engine, or you’ll be overrun by Dracs and not have a get away car. Van. Whatever.

“Ok, kids, we’ll stop here,” Gear sighs, “but only for a few. Worst case, we’ll stay over night.”

“Thanks, Gear,” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder. He smiles at you through the mirror and your heart almost melts.

No time for romance. Too busy fighting for freedom. Too busy surviving.

Gear stops the car a few hundred feet away from the diner, to be safe. You volunteer to make a round, Kid insists on going instead.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if you went in and got dusted by a drac,” he says. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Kid,” you reassure, “I’ve got a gun. I’ve got a knife. And my last words will be ‘Bitch!’ So if you hear me scream that, drive away.” Gear laughed at your joke. He wasn’t the same after BL/ind took over. As you had come to understand, he and Kid were in a band before it all happened. He barely swore, and he wrote songs about fighting his mental battles, now all he did was swear like a sailor and didn’t want anyone to remind him that he was even in a band.

“That’s not funny, Gear,” Kid sighs. He tries to convince you to stay again but you’re already out of the door. You walk around the building, and see a front door. On first glance, you can tell that it has been subject to wear and tear. You knock on it, hoping no one was ‘home.’ No one answers it, but you remain cautious, drawing your gun and opening the door slowly. The diner was completely empty, but there were signs of life, empty cans of power pup on a single booth and a radio in the corner. You look around once more, deciding there was nothing to salvage, and leave the building. You run toward the van and slide open the door.

“It’s got signs of life, but they’re not here,” you say, “we can fill up and sit for a while. They’re probably ‘rebels’ like us.”

“That doesn’t mean we should wait for ‘em,” Gear protests.

“Maybe it’ll help having more people on our side, Gear,” Kid says. The conversation ends on that statement, Gear pulls up to the fuel pump and gets out, obviously to pump the gasoline into the vehicle.

“He’s impossible,” you mutter under your breath.

“He’s just trying to protect us,” Kid replies, “We’re all he has now.” You jump at the sound of a loud knock on the side of the van. You open the door, allowing Kid and yourself to jump out of the opening. You see a Trans AM, almost completely intact, pulling up fast. The car isn’t even stopped when a red head jumps out of the passengers seat.

“What do we have here?” He asks, his hazel eyes digging deep into your own. His yellow mask hid most of his features and you noticed every guy out of the car had one on as well.

“Well,” you start, knowing your sarcastic and ‘bitchy’ tone would get you farther than Gears kindness and Kids anxious babbling, “you have three rebels on your doorstep getting gas from the only pump in this zone.”

“Who said you can take what’s ours?” The shortest one calls.

“I was under the impression that rebels help each other out,” you say. The red head cocks his head, almost asking you to keep talking.

“Why is a pretty thing like you out here in the zones?” Asked the one in the helmet, the words “Good Luck” scrawled over the viser.

“What’s it to you?” You snap. Gear places a hand on your shoulder and Kid almost hides behind you.

The man in the large space helmet shakes his head, or was he nodding? Either way, he began to speak, his voice more reasonable, “guys, the Young Bloods were there for us when we needed them, we could at least help out. It’s only logical.”

That starts a ruckus between the men and after a moment of bickering back and forth, the red head tears off his mask.

“Fine! Fine! We’ll help them! Jesus fuckin’ christ,” he snaps. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he is, his hair framed his face and his hazel eyes bringing his whole look together, “well, I guess we should at least get inside and introduce ourselves. Ghoul, check out their van.”

No time for romance. Too busy fighting for freedom. Too busy surviving.


What Do YOU Want? Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

(A/N: All right I lied. This one ended up being just as long as the last one, sorry!!! I’m so excited for where this is all going though and hope you guys will stick around to find out what happens! Enjoy!)

Originally posted by wangpxppy

“Jagi, come here, I want to show you something!” Jiyong’s voice called out to you from the bedroom as you sat up from your position on the couch. You set a stack of papers down on the coffee table and followed the sound of his voice with an exhale.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Bronzy! I hope you're having a lovely day. I'm getting ready to go out and meet my very first POT later this week, and I am a little nervous. Do you have any tips on dealing with this? Thank you, beautiful!

Hi Darling, 

Well done for getting your first POT date. I’ve dealt with a similar issue before so if you haven’t already read it, you can read it here. You can also find my post on Body Language (which plays a big part in confidence) here.

In addition to that, it’s natural to feel nervous about your first date. I’ve found through experience that the more dates you go on, the better you get at it and the less nervous you feel. So don’t see this date as the do all and end all. See it simply as a stepping stone, a way for you to practice all the tactics you’ve read and hone your dating skills.

When you need a quick confidence boost before a date/freestyle/event, here’s what to do.

Listen to Uplifting Music

Don’t underestimate the power music has on your mentality. In Baje Fletcher’s Book “A Gold Diggers Guide” she discusses the topic of  how playing certain music around men can send them subliminal messages to spend more money on you (e.g T.I “Whatever You Like”). Well this can be flipped. Use this tactic on yourself to send those moodlifting vibes to your brain. When I’m angry, upset, or just need to get myself in the “boss bitch” mentality I have a few playlists that I always play. Play them in the shower, on your way to your date, when you’re getting ready … basically at whatever point you feel you can listen to the music and still get something done.

My favourite Spotify Playlists are 

You can also follow me here on Spotify where you can find my other SB playlists.

Pamper Yourself

It’s undeniable that feeling you get when you’ve just come home from a day at the spa. If you can’t get yourself to a spa, recreate that feeling at home. Fill Up the bathtub with warm water, drop in your favourite bath bombs, slap on that face mask, dim the lights, light some candles, pick out an audio book, ( I suggest “Get The Guy” by Matthew Hussey) and sit back and relax. I’m a Lush fanic, so I’ll include my favourite pamper products below.

CupCake Face Mask

This shit is chocolate heaven and really great if you have oily skin. It contains cocoa powder, fresh mint and cocoa butter to name just a few ingredients. I like to apply this once a week or whenever I need some TLC. It also contains chocolate chips and smells a lot like chocolate, it is not edible!

Rub Rub Rub (Shower Scrub)

My favourite body scrub simply for the fact that it’s packed full with coarse sea salt. You can use this multiple ways: add it to your hair for volume and shine. Apply it onto wet skin for a gentle scrub. My favourite way is to use it on dry skin and rub in circular motions (don’t go to hard or you will scratch your skin). Particularly focus on areas your would like to be baby smooth, like your breast, but, legs etc. This salt scrub has a non invasive scent and contains organic lemon juice and lemon oil to make you feel oh so good.

Charity Pot (Hand and Body Lotion)

After that intense body scrub your skin will need to be zapped back with moisture. This cream is cream uses fair trade olive oil, organic jojoba oil and Colombian cocoa butter to give your skin a re-boost and gift it with some generous moisture. This is one of my favourite Lush products because of the name. This product supports organisations that align with ethics in human rights, environmental conservation and animal welfare. 100% of the price is donated to these organisations, putting lush in my good books for years to come.

Watch Ted Talks

This might sound like an odd one but there are a bunch of great Ted Talks that focus on the area of personal development. My favourite Ted Talk by social psychologist Amy Cuddy delves into how body language not only shapes how others see us, but how it influences our feel good hormones. She teaches us how standing in a posture of confidence, even when we don’t feel confident — can affect testosterone and cortisol levels in the brain, and might even have an impact on our chances for success. It’s really worth a watch even if your confidence is 10/10.

Some videos that might be of interest to you …

I hope this helps give you a quick confidence boost. If you ever feel discouraged don’t fret to come back here and reference this post.

But don’t forget, this is just a boost, a quick fix. You need to always be working on the confidence within you, so that even without all these extra things you are still a strong person at heart. If you haven’t read my Model for Confidence Post you can find it here. I discuss how confidence is formed of multiple layers and the different factors that you can combine to make you a stronger person.

I hope you have a great date.


(I’ve added links to every thing I suggested …. you are welcome)


No Regrets (Part 2)

After what I can only describe as ridiculous amount of likes and comments I present you with Part 2. There’s more angst (you’re welcome) and a cheeky appearance from the Cap.

Summary: When the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out it turns out he’s no that interested. Or is he?

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst.

Part 1

Originally posted by fandemoniumnet

You loved your job. It paid well, it was the right kind of challenging, you made an actual difference to the world and your co-workers were pretty cool. After all, how many people can say they work for the Avengers?

Granted, you were more of a ‘behind the scenes’ kind of person, you spend your days mostly in front of the computer screen, retrieving, decoding, and sifting through the intel gathered in the missions. You also provide maps, background checks on suspects, and encode all this data so it doesn’t fall into any wrong hands. So yup, you can say you’re one clever cookie.

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