wow there are a lots of tag


i was tagged by @yourfuckedupriot thank u bb

1. post the rules
2. answer the questions given to you by the tagger
3. write 11 questions of your own
4. tag 11 people

tagger’s questions:

1. what are your top five favorite albums of all time?

american candy by the maine, landmark by hippo campus, dont panic by all time low, free by twin atlantic, and blue neighbourhood by troye sivan

2. what’s a favorite quote of yours?

“wherever you are is exactly where you need to be” - john o’callaghan

3. would you rather be allowed free art supplies for life or free musical equipment/shit for life?

i mean, free art supplies would be awesome but i gotta go with free musical equipment. imagine having multiple bows, a good violin, a cello maybe, ELECTRIC INSTRUMENTS, unlimited scores… nut

4. what kind of weather is your favorite?

crisp air in the fall! not too hot, not too cold, not too windy, just perfectttt

5. do you prefer metropolis, suburbia, or the countryside? why?

def countryside bc i like the idea of living in a big house with my family with no neighbors to bother, just us and nature! i dont want to be too far from the city tho lol

6. if you could see any artists/bands (max. 5) live this year, who would they be?

i already saw lany, the maine, and hippo campus this year, and i have tix to see all time low later in the year, but aside from those artists? probably panic at the disco, r5, death cab for cutie would be cool to see again, and hey ocean but they haven’t toured/made music since 2012 :-/

7. do you like art museums? why or why not?

i love them! i wish i went to art museums more often. i think modern art especially is really cool

8. what color(s) do you hate?

honestly i dont think i really hate any colors, they all can look nice depending on how and where they are used :-)

9. if you could have dinner with a party of up to 6 people (including yourself) who would it be with?

me, zach sutton and zach sutton ONLY. aka i want to go on a dinner date with zach sutton

10. do you give yourself enough credit for the things you do?

i think so!

11. what song is your favorite atm?

epitaph by hippo campus!

my questions

1. best song of all time

2. what are words you live by?

3. if you could live anywhere, where would you live?

4. if you could be in any fictional movie/book universe, which would you choose?

5. if you can learn any skill, what would you like to learn?

6. do you believe in ghosts? why/why not

7. if you were a flavor of ice cream, which would you be? and no you cannot be mango strawberry blast that one’s already taken

8. which famous person would you NEVER want to meet?

9. where do you see yourself in 5 years?

10. if you could have one wish come true, what would you wish for? (dont say more wishes!)

11. whats the best thing thats happened to you this week?

i tag:

@circawaevs@spocampus, @daydrunkatchilis, and @fishflake 

It Feels Perfect

Sequel to “It Feels Right” (read the first one hehe, u don’t have to but I would) first one is in the tag “it feels”

Genre: tiny smut scene in the beginning, angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 1.6k+

Tags/Warnings: a lot of angst, talk of breaking a bond, domestic talk, cum inside, so much NEW STUFF AND LIFE AND FAMILY, I like this a lot, phil and dan worry too much, it’s got smut but v vanilla, Dan’s parents are here hehe.


(Dan’s POV)

If you had told me a month ago that I’d have dick up my ass fifteen minutes before I’m supposed to walk for graduation, against a whiteboard in an English classroom, I would have told you that I believed you.

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Okay so it seems like people will call any mallet percussion instrument a xylophone and I’m here to teach you shit.

This is a xylophone. The wood part is thick and it’s high pitched.

This is a marimba. It’s huge and expensive. No like a small one costs over $4,000 (3186.20 euros). The key things are really long and thin.

Now do you see this beautiful instrument? This is called the vibraphone motherfuckers. Or just the vibes. Anyways it sounds amazing. I could marry the sound. Basically, it;s made of metal and you have a pedal to stop it from ringing too long.

This is the glockenphejksdfjkl. I have no idea how to spell it, so lets just call it the orchestral bells. If you hit this shit too loud it can burst your eardrums. 

These are a joke.


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Keith is taking his job srsly and I’m glad about that

first time doing a comic it’s 4:30 am and I’m dead 

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.


The best part of Supergirl, for me, is when women are interacting and supporting each other. I wish the writers understood that better. So on this International Women’s Day, this is a little thing to show we are stronger together

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Okay, I’ve seen a lot of posts going around about how Grunkle Stan is actually insanely intelligent, and I had something to add.

So, at first he only had journal 1, right? Gideon had 2, and 3 was hidden in the woods until Dipper found it. 

Grunkle Stan doesn’t manage to obtain all the journals until Gideon Rises, meaning for most of those 30 years he was working with only 1/3 of the blueprint. 

And yet, in that very episode, the machine was ALMOST FINISHED.

He typed in a few lines of code and suddenly the portal is working with no problem!


I can’t even build a DRESSER with only 1/3 of the blueprint!

In conclusion, Grunkle Stan is hella smart and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Train Rides: Young!James Potter x Reader *Smut*

A/N: Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops. 

If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.

As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude. 

Anyway, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: Mild Smut, Fluff(ish)

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