#idontknowhowtousetags

[apoeticsheep]

thanksgiving update

its been a wild dinner my friends

(disclaimer: this is a mean post. im posting mean on main. no hate asks pls, im the only one allowed to be mean)

there are 16 people in my house as previously stated

my aunt and my uncle’s (on the other side of the family) girlfriend’s daughter (so like seudo-cousin to me)  are beefing because the aunt brought a dog and the seudo cousin is allergic to dogs 

ophelia is locked away but albert gets free reign because my aunt bitched about it ( i dislike my aunt)

we got stuff for root beer floats and i had a root beer float and it was really shit. 3/10 wouldnt reccommend. worse than root beer and worse than vanilla ice cream

will reblog to add anything i forgot

[time-questers-show]

Hi! My name is Jackson (aka fanteggo). Years and years ago I made a crappy plush series on YouTube called “Time Questers” and it wasn’t very good, but the concept kinda stuck with me. Flash forward to a few years ago I started reworking the characters from just Mario plushies to full on original chracters.

For example:

And now my goal is to sew actually plushies of the characters to create the show.

I’ve got a pilot episode in the works right now that me and my best friend are working on and I genuinely think this could be a fun show.

I’m also a musician studying music (campgrounds if you’re interested) so it became an important goal for me to create an original soundtrack for the show to insure the highest quality I can muster for the project.

FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED!:

Just because this project is my baby doesn’t mean I won’t take design or story suggestions from people. I don’t know much about drawing cause I’m more of a writer and musician and knowing tumblr artists are everywhere so I hope I can meet some people who think the project is rad enough to help out.

Sorry for talking so long, if you’ve read this far I’m very grateful to you and I hope your blanket feels extra soft next time you you go to bed.

[blackaugustowl]

I can't talk to you about this now so I'll just resort to writing letters to you in this app. It's the small things you know? The small things I like about you. The way you close your eyes, slightly tilt your head with the smallest and the sweetest smile when you want to nod. The way you stare at me and smile without blinking to make me laugh. The way you run your hands through your hair. The way your voice instantly softens when you're talking about animals. The way you are SO excited about health and exercise, and the way you tell others around you to take care of their health, almost as if that is your love language. The way you are so honest, and so soft, and so calm. The way you were so excited about the MUN. The way you surprised me on April 14th. The way you wore a freaking kurta when you came at mine, and a couple days later when I came to meet you on your birthday. The way we used to talk till 3 at night, and talk throughout the day the next day. The fact that both of our screen times that day was 8 hours. 8 hours of just us. Of pure bliss and joy and calm. The way we talked about touching each other, kissing each other, the talks on levels that were so damn attractive. The way we had conversations on consent that went on for hours because we were so scared of hurting each other. And that's exactly what happened. I hurt you. Unknowingly, unintentionally, but I did. And I lost everything. I'm sorry I lost all that. All of it. I could have waited a few days, could have let it all die down and have a clearer view of the picture. But it's my impulsiveness that killed all of it. I let others fight my wars. Lesson learned. But a lesson that ended it all. Maybe we could have went on and maybe one day you would have liked me back again? And even if you didn't, if I hadn't sent that message about ending it all then and there, maybe some things would have been different. And I can't help but believe that that would have been better than whatever this is. Pure platonic friendship, when I know it'll take me months, if not years to move on from the last seven months. And to keep talking to you as if I don't feel anything, as if I haven't ever dreamed about hugging you or kissing you or just being with you. Just the two of us alone, just talking. Just taking each other in. But I lost. And I miss you. You're right here and I still miss you. I don't know how that's possible, but now, someone else will get those stares that would send me to a place where time stopped. Someone else will get to kiss you, to touch you, to hug you. You'll talk to someone else till 3, and ask someone else if you can touch her breasts. But it's just because of my mistakes I guess. You were one of the people I cared about the most and I ended up hurting you. It usually doesn't happen to me you know? I don't fight, I don't have clashes with anyone. And this was one of the rare times I did, and that too with you, the last person I would want to lose. And yet we're here.

#letitgowherever #ohtobeloved #oh to love

[skeletalskelly]

Ismo Hölttö, Skibotn, Norway, 1967

[ambrosicwasp]

Owl House

Amity: Girls are hot! Luz: And guys!

Eda: And enbies!

Lilith: EARLY 16TH CENTURY BONESBOROUGH BALUSTRADES

[sskk-ao3feed]

Unexpected turns.(sskk)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GcsH12f by Masonlovesgoldfish The 6 months is up! Akutagawa is secretly planning to betray Atsushi.. or is it truly a seceret? Dazai says soemthing to Atsushi what could such a thing be? Words: 1717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Betrayal, One Shot, Shin Soukoku Week, Character Death, Angst, Double betrayal, shin soukoku, sskk, Shin Soukoku angst, Fanfic, bsd, Death, IDontKnowHowToUseTags read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GcsH12f

[thatbtssong]

meant to be

summary: Namjoon and Jimin went to a museum date (but they don't know it is), turns to be the most romantic thing they do togheter.

or where Namjoon doesnt know how to tell Jimin that he loves him. like a lot.

tags: friends to lovers, nam is over heels for jm, also jm, shortau minimoni idontknowhowtousetags, thisismyfirsttimewrittinghere

hello! before u start reading i have to tell u that i speak spanish so,,,, english isnt my first language but i have a pretty good level i gues. i have this story runing on my mind since nam upload that pic with jm in the art gallery! and i cant sleep so im just writing, my first time writing about a ship!!! omg im so excited, hope u enjoy it! and pleaseeeee (please!!!!!) let me know what do u think pls :)

this was inspired from a tweet I SWEAR TO MY MOM THAT I SAW!!! AND I PUT THAT FCKN HEART ICON!!111!1!!!! but i dont find it anymore so now, the history behind the art work its fake ok peace out

Namjoon don't have any hope when he ask Jimin to come with him to this new art gallery that just open in town.

He knows Jimin also enjoys art, so, why not?

And why he was so douboting to ask his friend to come with him?

It's whats friends do, right? hang out and stuff like that. He has no reason to be so nerveous about hanging out with his long time friend Park Jimin.

But when he saw Jimin coming to the main entrance of the museum, he feels his hands shaking because how it's possible for a person to be this beautiful?

He can't see his smile while he's walking to his way but he swears he's doing that shy and shiny smile that tempts Namjoon to be ready to kneel down. He gulp, trying to disappear the nervousness.

It was just another friends outing, so why he feels like his heart it's going to explode when Jimin take of his mask just to show his beautiful smile.

"Hyung! Sorry for make you wait. I didn´t know the bus station was so far from here, I have to walk like fourteen minutes." says breathless, he is so ashamed to make him wait. But Namjoon don't mind.

Namjoon smile tendersly and put his big hand on the shoulder of the tiny man in front of him. Namjoon can feel the results of those sessions in the gym where they go together.

"Don't worry, Jimin, next time you should call me and I come for you on my bike."

The exibitions are beautiful, Jimin loves hearing Namjoon chat about his perspective about the scultures and art paintings, he loves how serious and passionate he sound about it.

Jimin also wonders if he is that way when he loves someone.

In the past ten years, since they met, Namjoon has only a boyfriend, but most of the relationship he was abroad. He was an art curator, the one who introduce Namjoon to the art and make him fall in love with it. Jimin barely hears about this guy, Namjoon barely spoke about him. He knows he was in England and that in the three years of relationship Nam travels four time to see him and the other guy just two.

One day, the pictures on instagram disappeared. And that was how Jimin knew Namjoon was already single.

In that moment, Jimin didn´t have any loving feelings for his friend, seriously, he was enjoying life.

But this man become brawny and spoke more (because he is a little shy, don't let his muscles distract you) and tell smart things that Jimin can´t help but developed a crush for him.

He was aware he is handsome, but when he was taken he didn´t see it.

Jimin is open about his loving feelings for his friend (only with his other friends), but he didn't want to make the first move. Not since that incident on Taehyung's birthday, when he was -not that- drunk and try to kiss Namjoon and he just move his face away and then, he just disappear.

The next day, he just want to hit his head against the wall.

Namjoon abrouptuly stops in front of a painting. This has different shades of color blue, like a mix between the ocean and the sky, a lot of squares that have inside white dots. He is complety absorved by this painting.

In someone else eyes, maybe this is too simple, too boring; but not in his. He knows what this painting means, he hear the painter interview. He read about it. He, also, was reading the description on the left side of the painting.

"In every ocean, In every sky, I´ll can find you. In every universe, I can find you. We are meant to meet, meant to be. No matter how long the road gets or how violent the storm become, we are wainting for eachother somewhere near."

There's a work of art in front of Jimin, actually there's a room full of works of art but he can't help. He can't help himself but fall in love with Namjoon everytime he's near him.

Namjoon doesn't know about his feeling, but maybe, he's aware. And if not, Jimin think he would have to be oh so naive.

"What do you think about this paint, Jimin-ah?" Namjoon ask, so offish.

Jimin clears his throat before he can says something. Yes, he enjoys art gallerys but he doesn´t know anything compared to Namjoon; he just like the colors from this painting, and he can say that the lightning it´s awesome.

"It's so cool hyung, I like the colors and those little dots," he says so sure of himself, even is this was just a vague reply.

Namjoon laughs a little under his breath, he finds Jimin so cute because he would never let him see insecure. He find that cute and wants to just kiss him until his lips burn.

"Yeah, it is. The painter made this in honor of his lover, he was searching to express his feeling about how he think he would find her in every life, no matter how many oceans or skies he has to cross," Namjoon sound so passionate about it that Jimin can´t help but get lost -again- into him, "I mean, I know you could maybe only see different shades of blue and white, but trust me, there's more behind it. I find it beautiful how subjective and interpretative art can be."

Namjoon sigh and Jimin can't help but feel jealous about some paintings. He want that Namjoon sigh for him.

If only he knows.

"Would you like to take a picture here? I think we contrast with this one." Namjoon ask after a few minutes in silence. He get more nerveous, thinking that maybe Jimin get bored.

"Oh, of course hyung, I would love it."

Namjoon reach a girl who was pasing by to ask her if can take a picture of them, and after a few shots, she returned his phone to him.

The tall boy is trying really hard to hide his smile, but why Jimin has to be the cutest boy in the whole world?

"We look good together, even if we are backwars" Jimin say softly while leaning his head on Namjoon's shoulder. To have a better view of the picture, of course.

"Yes, I think the same" Namjoon say without thinking. Jimin can feel him get tense.

"Nam, what would you think if here was painting of me?" Jimin ask, shamesless.

Namjoon is thinking in silence his next words. He is aware of what would he think, because he is afraid of the consecuences of his words could cause.

"That the painter is in love with you, because there's no way someone paints you witout loving you so much and make you a work of art."

Jimin knows he said it seriously, but it was too cute and fuuny at the same time.

"Hyung, you make me laugh"

Namjoon laughs too, but not in a funny way.

"I'm glad to make you laugh but im serious; I believe painters paint pretty skies and fancy gardens because they see the beauty in them, and they make those paints something beautiful and alluring to watch. You're a living work of art, Park Jimin."

Namjoon's eyes feels like they're seeing his soul, unlike Jimin's, that are lost in every inch of his face. He get lost inside his words and everything that adorns his handsome face.

"I've been waiting more than a year to hear from your lips that this feeling, that burns inside my chest, it's mutual. And it was more better than I'd ever imagine, hearing you said in your particular way to be."

They close the space between their faces joining their foreheads. Laughing but, this time, because they know there's no going back.

"Can I kiss you now?" Namjoon ask only for Jimin to hear. The younger boy laugh and it sound heavenly to the oldest.

"Only if you don't run away this time," Jimin jokes and Namjoon just shakes his heads laughing softly.

"You were drunk, what if I let you kiss me and the next day you said me it was a mistake? At that time, I already was deep down with you."

"Or maybe we could have saved all this wasted of time. Be brave, Kim Namjoon."

And after that life advice, Jimin kiss Namjoon. It feels like fireworks, like if they are the only ones in the art gallery.

If you think, this is romantic. Like a classic romcom. Jimin can't help but laugh inside his mind, now he is bussy kissing (finally) the man of his dreams. And the dirties too.

When the kiss is over, Namjoon look into Jimin's eyes again, his hands still in Jimin's puffy cheeks, but this time, he took a few seconds to look at Jimin's face; he can't believe he is actually this close to him.

"I really, really, really like you and I would love to be more than a friend to you," Namjoon confessed.

"More, like... a brother? Should I'd call you dude or something?" Jimin loves to joke and Namjoon maybe loves to roll his eyes for his antics.

"Whatever you want to be with me, as long you let me kiss you." He didn't lose the opportunity to left a quickly peck on his full lips.

Namjoon loves Jimin lips and he can't believe he has now the opportunity to kiss them whenever he likes.

"I want to be whatever with you, as long you let me hear all your bad jokes and smart chats that turns me on," Jimin says happily, unlike Namjoon who has to hide in the space of Jimin's neck to hide his blush.

He was so nervous at first, but now, he is happy.

Because no matter how much time they waste, they are meant to be.

And they will always going to find a way to them.

I start writing like aftermidnight and now its 4:30 AM omgggg my eyes hurt.

This is something short and cheesy but hope you like it! also is the raw version, i dont edit anything T.T but id surelly would do it.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK!!1!!!11!!!

[wetointment]

Someone on register accepted the most obviously fake 100$ bill today anyways this is the only sketch I've made in like 2 weeks

[lentalksaboutstuff-blog]

First Post

I originally made this blog at 1 in the morning while writing an essay. I is mainly just for me to kinda rant and stuff I guess. Doubt anyone will keep up with it or anything, but its nice to just be able to post about it and just talk about it. If someone does end up finding it, cool.

[apewithstick-blog]

This is some audio I recorded in bed while trying to sleep. It’s how I feel about someone, I can’t tell all of this to them, but it’ll feel good to get all of this off my chest, and putting it out somewhere.

Part of me hopes she somehow see’s this, I know she frequents tumblr, she’s mentioned it before.

[why-dontiknow]

Listen, I never make posts like that but this app is so cute.

(invite code: B7LRNRAVFC) but you don't need to use it haha.

It got me really into expressive writing and is easy to manage, I tried a LOT of self care apps (kinda obsessive ngl) but usually I have problems sticking with them...

I think what I like about it is that it feels more like a diary then anything else. Interacting with the lil birdie is actually kinda wholesome because you start explaining the world to him.

[skeletalskelly]

Lee Friedlander, "Maria, New York, 1959"

[fdooku]

I want to die

[nonexistenttriangle]

im gonna write a fucking manifesto

and nobody can stop me

[snekoftheages]

Dia let me fight ur boyfriend ┻━┻︵ \(°□°)/ ︵ ┻━┻

[buggoh]

i just thought of something and i thought i would share to my like 0 followers. writing a crazy story that ends up to be the main character tripping balls on drugs is the grown up version of writing a crazy story then ending it with “it was all a dream”...