“Hey, buy me this thing”
“waIT NO I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS STOP BEING SO NICE DON’T YOU DARE GET ME THIS THING I ASKED FOR I SWEAR TO GOD”
"Here, I bought you the thing"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS"
"just take it"
"I CAN’T-if you insist oK THANK YOU VERY MUCH"
i could see that.
i would watch that.
now that’s something that would be worth watching
"Daniel could be Snape"
DIY Guide to Dress Necklines from Paper Blog here. For other popular guides go here:
- un-disgruntle yourself
- comfort someone
- be comforted
- go to a quiet place
- press a magic button and fix everything
- get a hug
- see something cute
- hear rain noises
- play cute games
- cut something/someone (blood)
- break something
- open a window
- have a guided relaxation
- listen to nature sounds (or here)
- do nothing for 2 minutes
- play the piano
- make cute ecards
- make cool music (ex.)
- get an idea for what to do
- avoid boredom
- watch a dream
- have a stickman adventure
watch Bob Ross’s The Joy of Paining
spend time watching animals (also here)
calming sound machine
play relaxing games
expand your vocabulary
be flattered (also here)
explore the world (or here)
make good things happen
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
It’s essay writing season for tons of students!
After being a college writing tutor for over a year, I thought I would share my advice with all you awesome people on tumblr. This is how I write essays, but if you’ve got more tips, feel free to add them below.
Happy writing. You can do it!
This is actually brilliant.
Can you write a ficlet/drabble about Jake and Amy? Please :) I don't even care what its about. As long as they have sex (or kiss) I'll be happy. :D
"Seeing Charles get shot has made me realize some things," Amy said, grabbing Jake’s arm before he got in the elevator with the rest of their team. The doors shut, and Jake pressed the button again.
"That the word butt is always hilarious?” Jake asked. “Because he was shot in his—”
"I know. You brought it up about fourteen times in there."
"I’m just proud my friend’s a hero," he said, suddenly serious. "That takes some guts, to take a bullet for someone."
"Life is so fragile." She suddenly had to focus very hard on her shoes. "You realize we could die at any moment?"
"That’d be true if we were accountants or bartenders or if we were in a band together, I’m thinking Beastie Boys-esque, with me as the lead singer of course. You’d be the drummer."
She was pleased he hadn’t made her the manager, or worse yet, the roadie. Still, though— “Most accountants don’t get shot at.”
"That’s the excitement. Just us against the scum of the earth," he said as the elevator door flipped open. She grabbed his hand again, and the doors shut again. He gave her a look, then pressed the elevator button again.
"I just think we should acknowledge that our time on earth may be limited due to our professional choices." She bit her lip a little out of nerves.
"And I think thinking about death is creepy and weird and not particularly helpful anyway."
"I’m not thinking about death," she said. "I’m thinking about living, for once.” She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.
"I think we should take this opportunity to—" But she couldn’t finish her sentence, because he lowered his mouth to hers. He tasted like fruit loops and smelled like a leather jacket, and she realized that there was a small part of her that always knew this would happen.
When the elevator opened the a moment later, she pulled him in with her, hoping the door stayed shut the whole way down.