#I’m going IN.SANE.

[hecckyeah]

y’all ever have a ship that makes you want to chew a rock? <3

[hanarchy]

i wasnt super close up and my camera sucks absolute ass and also i was so excited for skz i literally just forgot to film anything except maniac but. quick music bank recap:

nmixx were so fuckin cute i loved them, they did love me like this, o.o and young dumb stupid. they seemed really nervous at first but got more confident when they saw how many people responded to their songs.

mamamoo was amazing as always, like i know people say this all the time but they are such amazing singers but also they are just great live performers. like it was a venue full of 40k mostly 4th gen bg stans (and lbr mamamoo kinda make music for 30sth women who are single on purpose) but they managed to deliver something that connected with the crowd in 4 songs.

there was a special stage of nmixx doing TT and p1harmony did 2 baddies which was so fucking funny, and then them and cravity did that that by psy which was also really fun bc it got the hall going so much

enha had a little polaroid special stage and solar from mamamoo sang the ratatouille song 😭 and the boyz also sang one of their OSTs

i saw both ive and enhypen last year for kpop flex too and both of the groups have improved SO much when performing like this, like the nerves were wayyy less noticeable. ive did kitsch and all their titles and another song. enha really developed stage presence since then and also a big fanbase in france it seems..

skz were last up and the DIFFERENCE in noise… truly most people were there for skz and u did notice… highlights were mostly hyunjin being INSANELY happy, like i know he always gets excited on stage but it seemed like another level today. the venue cameraperson fuckin loooved jisung which i’m obviously never mad at. changbin looked AMAZING and so did chan like i dont say this lightly but stuling was goood today. felix tried to say a few words in french at the beginning and just forgot them, he did not get his sentence out but it was soso cute. hyunjin was the bounciest happiest little slinky and genuinely did not want to leave either time they got off stage.

they started with 143 then maniac then gods menu (people went IN.SANE) and then miroh and is2g the ground was shaking when they did miroh, jisung hyped everyone into the ‘stray kid hoo’ and that was insane too. miroh energy was crazy and it was the best end to such a fun concert

standouts were definitely mamamoo and skz, the boyz and ab6ix were a close second imo, the rest of them were really fun too and there were a lot of engenes so enhypen had an extra energy boost too but yeah they didnt grip me as much, but tbh i’m just always a bit underwhelmed by them so it might just be bias.

[ganseyboii]

please someone tell me if gansey is referenced in mister impossible i’m going in.sane i need to know how he is

[aussie-roadkill]

My relationship with Dark is that of most villains. I know he’s a bad guy, I don’t like him personally, he’s a possessive asshole to y/n in the date and heist, but as a character? Fucking rockin’ I love every time he’s onscreen

Like ashfur? Asshole incel, die, but any content made with him is beautiful

Scourge? In.sane. But holy shit he’s boss- he’s a bit of a whiny bitch but like bro he gutted a dude in public

Owen and Deadliest Man Alive? Yeah go to jail but like please give me a homoerotic musical number in your trial

Did I mention I’m gay?

[that-cheer-up-anon]

my tablet won’t recognise my eraser on the pen as an eraser, and I even restarted and checked my preferences and settings and it still won’t recognise the eraser and I’m gOING. IN.SANE

[limpblotter]

The UNTAMEABLE Peggy Schuyler

a/n: ... guess who finished 6 episodes of kimmy schimt? meee.  summary: Peggy is a sweet but strong willed girl who is taking on the city with her untamed spirit. She rooms with some colorful individuals and manages to make some great friends all the while hoping her past doesn’t bite her in the ass. warning: unedited/raw draft drabble & corny ass plot w/c: 1865

1. Peggy & the Boys

“Welcome to Fatro Bank, how can I help you?” 

“Yes, hi, I’d like to take all the money out of my bank account please.” “Name Ma’am” “Margarita Schuyler, but everyone calls me Peggy.” “Mm…Ma’am you have eighteen-thousand dollars in the bank with us…” “I know, I want it all.”

Nothing beat the summer in New York City. It was an aesthetic to get use to. The noxious fumes of cars and trash, the neon colors of signs meeting the contrast of bland and lonesome concrete, yes the city was not for everyone. Making it here meant selling a bit of humanity. Manners and dignity were often second hand traits to survival, the hustle and bustle. It was no place for a girl of eight teen sporting a semi-expensive yellow dress in the middle of Brooklyn’s busiest intersection. It was no place for wide brown eyes and a duffle bag full of dreams and wonders.

It was not a place for the tamed and the easily broken. 

It was a good thing that among the many things the youngest of the Schuyler girls had was an untamed spirit. Of course running away at nineteen was unheard of. Peggy deliberated for days before her big scheme whether she was suffering from some sort of stress crisis. But from what? Perhaps the pressures of having two seemingly perfect sisters and who were leading perfect lives? The idea of going to college and unsure what to pursue or maybe the boy her father had introduced her to was finally getting on her last nerve? “ugh…” she grumbled scratching her arm, all of it was giving her hives. She shook her head and began walking down the line of lovely brownstone apartments. “Excuse me.” She walked up to a man with large, mane like hair. “Are you selling these homes? I’d like one, please. Something with a view…ooo and maybe some shelves…” The man turned his head and arched an eyebrow. “You would hm? Sure darling let me toss in some open floor plans and a pool on the roof while I’m at it.” “Oh I don’t need a pool, maintenance on those are In.Sane.” Peggy giggled looking around. The man in the purple suit ran a hand over his puff of hair, letting it spring back to form. “Darlin’, why don’t you run back to your mommy and daddy. Unless you got 10k to drop on me every month these houses are not for the likes of you.” “Pay…you?” “Yes, darling, see I bought these houses off some I dunno, immigrant family or whatever, flipped them for profit and fun. Its like…playing monopoly with…a lot more racial displacement and gentrification.” “That sound awful.” “I’m a Jefferson, its what I do. Now, leave before I call the cops on your pretty little behind”  Thomas wiggled his fingers as Peggy made a face taking a few steps back from the front steps of the building. He was a very mean man who had a very nice voice. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, no matter. Surely there had to be another place. The hike around Brooklyn’s more scenic areas reminded her of visits to her aunt in Manhattan. Lovely buildings with iron fences and small rooftop gardens, more importantly the adventure that waited at every corner. Peggy found a few cats, a couple with triples riding a bike while drinking juices, and a homeless man she traded 50$ for his snap-back hat. This was the most fantastic day already! And it wasn’t even noon. Peggy paused in front of another row of lovely buildings and noticed there was a sign beside the stairs that read ‘Property of Thomas Jefferson’ and a phone number. “Here too? Man…he must really like monopoly.” She turned up her lip and kept walking. It seemed every building she tried so far was owned by Thomas…Finally after two hours Peggy hiked herself away from the soft, urban scenery of the upper class too…a drastically different view. She took two steps back and felt the warm, bird singing ambiance of the nicer neighborhood then took a step forward and was immediately met with the sounds of police sirens and crying babies. “Trippy…” she muttered walking down the cracked sidewalk, the buildings were mostly condemned with a few where shirtless men lounged on the stoop. They catcalled her and she immediately turned around. “Hi I’m Peggy Schuyler and most definitely not your…’Mama’ do you know where I can find a place to stay” after some crude offers and red faced insults the men were left dumbfounded as Peggy stormed off. Having left a copy of her eldest sister’s book ‘Women: how to treat them, how to love them’. To be honest she was just happy to get rid of it, it weighed a ton. Eventually she stopped a particularly rundown looking apartment with a large shouldered black man sitting back in the stood with a bag opened. She was on guard, ready to breeze past him when she noticed there was a ‘Roommate Wanted’ sign beside him. “Oh! Oh are you?...” “Yes!” The man exclaimed, “can’t a black man knit on his property without the police—oh you’re not police. Sorry, I’ve been frisked twice. I’m having a bad day.” “I’m so sorry why would anyone do that to you?...what’s frisk?” “They pat me down looking for something, then they laugh at me when they find my back is full of yarn and knitting needles. You honestly can’t win this some people.” Hercules shrugged a bit. “what can I do for you lil lady?” “Sir, I am looking for a place to stay!” Herc looked her up and down taking in her shiny flats and yellow dress… “That hat…does not go with your outfit” He commended on beaten up Red Soxs hat. “I wanted to blend in with New York.” “Rule one: New Yorkers HATE the Red Sox, also I think that hat has fleas.” He motioned to her head, suddenly Peggy tossed the hat aside and began scratching her head feverishly. “As for the place, we need a roommate, but I don’t know…” “Please, please, please I can pay!” She opened her duffle bag and Herc took a step back. He hadn’t seen that much money in years. “I’ve been walking for hours and I can’t find a place that isn’t owned by that…Jeffy guy.” “Ok, hold your roll sweetheart” “Peggy, my name is Peggy.” “Ok Peggy, why do you have all that cash are you some…new age drug dealer?” “No I’m…” She paused wondering if this would be the time to reveal she was a wealthy daughter to a wealthy lawyer from upstate. “I won the lotto?” Herc looked at her for some time and crossed his arms. Peggy felt sweat bead up against her neck as she held back nervous giggles that would give her away in no time. “Alright…but you have to pass the roommate test with the rest of the guys.” “Of course!” wait, guys she paused. She followed Herc up seven flights of stairs until she was huffing and panting. He opened the door to a cozy, and slightly musky smelling apartment. He gave her a quick tour of the kitchen which only had two working burners and a microwave. Also a fridge that if it wasn’t buzzing meant it wasn’t working. The living room where various video games and pants were scattered, and three doors. “Alright, so that room is John’s, this one is mine, and that was a closet but Alexander uses it. He doesn’t take up space…I’m pretty sure he’s sleeping on the desk he installed there anyway. Rent is 250$ a month not including water and gas. We split that evenly and I do the grocery shopping, you want anything you gotta leave me the cash for it.” Herc smiled a bit. “How does that sound to you?” Peggy was already digging through her things and slapped cash into Herc’s hand. “Awesome, sauce!” “Alright, well if you wait about two seconds you’ll meet John.” He took the money and walked into one of the rooms. “Johnny” Herc cooed in a strangely affectionate voice. The door closed, there was some rustling, some stumbling, then the door swung open again and Herc walked out with a smaller, freckled man punching his arm playfully. “John, Peggy, Peggy John. She wants to move in.” “Hiya!” Peggy beamed offering her hand. John looked her over and nodded, “sure, she’s cute so she fits in perfect with us.” He gave her a toothy grin. “I’m John Laurens, I work in the pet shop about seven blocks away.” “That’s great!” “Sure if you love puppy mills and kids running in trying to tap the fish tanks.” John shook his head and went to the fridge. “Surprised Alex let you bring someone in.” “Well…” Herc rubbed the back of his head. “Didn’t say Alex knew yet.” With that, John let out a hard laugh. “Alex is gonna be piiiiissed” Peggy looked between the two men, dropping her bag on the floor. “Who is Alex?” “Currently the only one paying rent.” John chuckled. “I just started working so I’m not seeing a paycheck for a bit. Herc works from ‘home’ manning his Etsy shop. Alex works with the government.” “Woah..” Peggy blinked, that was impressive. “Like a spy?” “More like…uh…he’s the guy that does the research for the guy who does the speeches for the guy who suggests things to some of the city council members. So I suppose down the change of government work…yeah its kinda cool.” Herc shrugged a bit taking a plop on the couch, uplifting some dust and moths. “To sum it up, homeboy argues for a living.” “I’m fairly certain if he’s not arguing he dies…isn’t that what we signed for when he took him in?” “I’m sure it was mentioned in the fine print.” The three joined in laughter, though Peggy had no idea who the third roommate was, he sounded fantastic. She couldn’t wait to meet him! She settled in for an hour, cleaned a bit, spoke to Hercules and John about their lives as she skillfully avoided any questions about her life. Eventually the door swung open again. The man that walked in was pretty small in comparison to John and Herc in both height and frame. He dropped his messenger bag on the floor and dragged his feet towards the small room. “Hey Alex, long day?” “mhmm” He groaned, eyes shut as he tread like a zombie through the house. Herc and John nodded, adding in “well we found a roommate” “Nice…” he yawned only half listening, his mind was aching. No sleep for three days and nothing but work was finally coming down on him. Nothing they could say would stop him from hitting the bed and falling asleep for the next week. “Yea she’s great you’ll love her.” Herc spoke low watching Alexander slid into his room. “Alright, I think its all settled!” Peggy clapped her hands once she was presented with the lease, she had just finished her signature when an unholy, high pitch screeched came from Alexander’s makeshift room. “SHE?”

[buttercream-imagines]

update/what’s going on

Hey you guys! I know I’ve been a little MIA for the past few days so I wanted to give you a little update on what I’m doing.

So on Thursday I checked out of my dorm, had a little family vacation on Friday, then got home Saturday around noon. Now, my room is A MESS. If any of you are at the college/university age, you understand the struggle. If not, let me paint you a picture. You walk into your room and you can’t find the floor. There are boxes everywhere. Left- boxes. Right- boxes. In front of you- boxes. Behind you- somehow, boxes have appeared behind you. They’re everywhere. They’re consuming your room. You think you get rid of one but then it pops up on your bed. You can’t sleep. You can’t move. You’re trapped. It’s the hell of boxes.

No but really it’s horrible. I spent two and half hours yesterday with my mom trying to go through everything, then two hours this morning, then two hours just now, and I STILL haven’t finished. It doesn’t help that I’m pretty much just going through my whole room and cleaning out. I have boxes of things to donate, things to give to my friend, and things to sell at a garage sale. It’s IN.SANE. It feels satisfying to know I’m finally getting rid of things, but it’s also super stressful because whY DO I HAVE SO MANY THINGS?

Anyway, so there’s been that. In my free time I’ve been napping and watching TV, which feels kind of nice. I know I should be writing but wow I’m just tired all the time. I know you guys understand, which I’m grateful for. Additionally, I’m kind of trying to tackle a fanfic too. I haven’t published it anywhere yet because the last thing I want to do is commit and then lose interest. I’m having a lot of fun writing it right now and that’s taking up a lot of my writing time. I promise to get back to requests (and the Sheeran series) soon! I just want to keep working on this fanfic while I’m in the headspace to do so.

And I just got some text messages about babysitting opportunities for this week and next, which is great. I start a full time babysitting job mid-June where I’ll be working Monday-Thursday from 6:30-4:30 watching this 9-year-old. It pays great so that’s nice, but it’s also nice that I’m being offered occasional opportunities here and there until my full time job starts. I didn’t have a job all school year and my parents pay for college, so I’ve been feeling really guilty about not helping out in any way financially. To actually do something instead of sit on my ass on Tumblr all day (no offense) feels really good and is giving me a lot to look forward to.

So, that pretty much sums everything up! I didn’t actually think that when college ended I’d be more busy than when it was in session. Once my damn room gets cleaned I’m sure everything will slow down again. Until then, keep bearing with me! I appreciate the support I’ve been getting and I’m so glad none of you have given me attitude about being a little lacking in the writing on here. Means a lot!

Love you guys! xx