((i gotta get a move on))

“damn, i love you” - bts jungkook smut&fluff

Originally posted by celinet7

MASTERLIST

word count: 2,100

member: Jungkook (and jungcock to if ya know what I mean)

genre: fluff and smut 

warnings: sexual content, soft dom!Jungkook, swearing

this is my first smut ever so I hope it’s any good and you guys enjoy it! (it’s also based on Rita Ora’s “Your Song” kinda)

You met Jungkook in school, when he was sitting in one of many empty classrooms, making a song. He was probably the hottest person you’ve ever seen and surely the most spontaneous one. After almost a year of being in a very weird friendly-flirty relationship with him, where nothing was really official but you’d hate to see him with other people, you started thinking more about what you two had. You were absolutely positive he brought out the best of you. He forced you to try new things, meet new people, helped you grow as a person and, quite frankly, made your stomach turn any time he gave you one of his deep, analysing looks. He made you happy. Like, super duper happy. When you were around him, you managed to somehow forget about how shitty life could get.

You kissed before, a couple of times, most of which Jungkook was too shitfaced to ever remember. You’d often catch yourself staring at him with hearteyes as he was making music on the floor of your living room, always having you listen to samples of his songs, that often ending in dancing in your pajamas and then laughing untill your stomach would hurt. Jungkook’s music was kind of a theme in your relationship. After all, he was making a song when you first met. 

“We’re going out tonight” he stated, throwing himself on your couch with a beer in his hand. “We are?” you raised your eyebrow and he nodded eagerly. “We are. You need a little distraction from all that schoolwork or your head’s gonna pop off” you laughed at his serious tone “Okay, then we’re going out” you agreed, making him give you a surprised look “Well that was easy! I thought it would take more convincing” he slowly sipped his beer “I haven’t been out in weeks so better make it good” you challenged him and all he did was give you the smugest smirk ever. “Bet on it!” 

You were drinking rounds after rounds, the loud music in the club making your mind foggy. All you cared about was that Jungkook was next to you, laughing and dancing and singing along to the songs you knew. His hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes sparkling and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him. He leaned into you as soon as your lips touched, the kiss unexpected but not unwanted. He had his hands on your hips as you were still dancing in the middle of the dancefloor. “Wanna go home?” he asked and you just nodded. 

You were sat in the back of the cab, your hand in Jungkook’s hair, mind still foggy from all the alcohol you had before. “You’re gonna forget about it in the morning, aren’t you?” you suddently asked and he just smiled at you, shaking his head, leaning in to kiss you again. “No way” he mumbled into the kiss and you smiled, wanting to believe him.

You stumbled while walking into his apartament, both laughing way too loud. “Are we gonna have sex?” the thought that’s been stuck in your mind suddently left your lips, making you giggle. “Nope” was Jungkook’s answer. “Whyyy” your sober self would never say something like that and you couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered Jungkook looked. “We’re too drunk, I wanna know what’s going on when I have sex with your for the first time” his confession left you totally speechless. “I wanna cuddle tho” was all you could say, taking of your bra and walking towards his bedroom. 

When you woke up, you were terrified, completely not knowing where you were. After a while of trying to move but not being able to, you identyfied Jungkook’s arm draped over you as the reason why you were stuck. His face was turned towards your, soft snores escaping his parted lips. You smiled softy, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his nose, making him mumble something in his sleep. You expected to have a killer hangover but you only had a slight headache, nothing you couldn’d manage. Jungkook’s room was peacful, sunlight lazily leaking through the curtains, his breath tickling your left cheek. “It’s rude to stare” you heard his raspy whisper and smiled at him. “I don’t mind being rude” your voice was just as raspy, making him chuckle. “Of course you don’t” he pulled you closer to him, nuzzling his head in your hair. “I think I might be in love with you” you whispered as quietly as you could, afraid to say it completely out loud. You’ve never had a feeling like that. “Well that would be convinent seeing as I’m positive I’m in love with you”.

Later that afternoon you found yourself laying on Jungkook’s couch listening to his most recent song. “I’m not sure if the bridge is good to be honest, but I think the beat and the melody sound really cool together” he stated and you nodded. “I like it a lot” was all you said, all you could focus on was his face. “You’re not even listening Y/N” he sighed and you smiled sheepishly “You’re pretty” you said as you moved over to place a peck on his lips. 

“Do you wanna go to Namjoon’s party tonight?” Jungkook asked. A few weeks passed since the memorable night that ended up in you making everything official. “Namjoon as in Namjoon your best friend that you never wanted me to hang out with?” you asked shocked and he nodded “Didin’t want him stealing my girl” he winked and you shook your head in disbelief. “I wanna go”

Yet again, you found yourself dancing with Jungkook, his hands on your hips, alcohol making you both braver than usually. Namjoon had access to his building’s roof which made for an amazing party spot. Your originally innocent touches now started to get more and more heated, Jungkook’s hands travelling to squeeze your butt from time to time, making you giggle. “Damn I love you” you heard his breathy whisper in your ear as he kissed you neck, making you melt into his touch. The song changed and you immidiately recognized it. It was the same song Jungkook was working on when you first met. “What the fuck babe!” was all you could say, your mind suddently clear. 

You weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy and you felt so many things all at once. “Is there anyone in Namjoon’s flat right now?” you asked suddently and Jungkook shook his head. You took his hand and dragged him down the stairs. He knew where Joon kept his spare key and as soon as you got inside the apartment he was all over you. His hand roaming all over your body, kissing you with so much passion and love. You quickly helped him take his shirt off, him doing the same for you, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere. You giggled, never breaking the kiss as you both got to the couch, and soon he was hoveing over you with his lips still on yours. You moved your hands all over his back and he moved down, kissing your neck, sucking on it from time to time, sure to leave marks. It felt so good to be there with him, he kissed down your stomach, making your body tremble and stopped at the waistband of your pants. “Can I?” he looked up at you, panting, and you smiled and nodded, never wanting something as much as you wanted him at that very moment. He took your jeans off, still leaving your panties on and started kissing your inner thighs. Your breathy moans filled the room, you could feel the wetness between your legs being too much to handle. You hands found Jungkook’s head and you tangled your fingers in his hair. You moaned his name impatiently, making him chuckle. “Patience baby, I want you to remeber this moment” he gave you the sweetest smile ever and placed a single kiss on your pussy, still through your panties. This alone made your whole body tremble. “Someone’s eager, aren’t you babygirl?”, “Jungkook please stop teasing me, I need you, please” you really couldn’t take it anymore. “All you needed to do was ask” he gave you his signature smile and yanked your panties down to your knees, lifting your legs up for better access. “You’re so wet baby. Who made you this wet?” you never were a fan of dirty talk but Jungkook seemed to be really good at it. “You did” you managed to get out and he nodded. “That’s right” he mumbled before licking one, long stripe along your slit. You tried to buck your hips but he held you down. “I’m gonna need you to stay still, can do you that for me babygirl?” he asked teasing your pussy with his finger. “I’ll try” “Good girl” he smiled again, his head back between your legs. His tongue cricled around your clit, while his finger teased your entrance, spreading your juices. You felt his finger enter you, slowly but surely, making you gasp and he hummed in approval. His lips closed around your clit, sucking softly as his finger moved in and out of you at a steady pace. “Jungkook go faster please” you moaned and he did, adding another finger and moving faster and faster. He sucked on your clit harshlt now, licking over it every now and again and you felt yourself get close. He must’ve felt it too, cause he hummed again, the vibration making your pussy clench on his fingers. “Are you gonna cum for me babygirl?” he asked and you nodded, so close to your orgasm. “You gotta ask for permission” you had no idea how but somehow he seemed to know everything you were into. “Please may I cum?” you whispered and he smirked, “What was that? I can’t hear you” his fingers were pounding in and out of you and hitting all he right spots. “Please Jungkook let me cum” you moaned loudly. “That’s my good girl, cum for me, come on babygirl, all over my fingers” that was all you needed. Your whole body trembled as your walls clenched around his finger, loud moans leaving your lips. He made you ride out your orgasm until it felt so good it hurt, and only then he took his fingers out of your pussy, taking them up to your parted lips. “Wanna get a taste?” he ask to which you nodded, making him smile. You sucked his finger, swirling your tongue around and never breaking eye contact. He took his hand away, replacing it with his lips, kissing you deeply. You reached to unbuckle his belt and quickly took his pants off, palming him through his underwear. “I wanna taste you now” you stated and brushed your thumb over his tip, making him inhale sharply. “I’m not gonna be able to last baby, I wanna be inside you so bad” he admitted taking his underwear off and lining his cock with your entrance. He teased you for a while, spreading your juices with his tip. “Do you want it?” he asked and you moaned in anticipation “Please” was all you could say. He pushed himself inside, spreading you so good, making you gasp. He was big and it felt so good. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight” he mumbled “Feels so good”. He started moving in and out of you slowly and kissed you, sweat forming on his foreahead. “More Jungkook please I need more” you begged and he picked up his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist allowing him to go even deeper. You felt yourself getting close, clenching around him and moaning loudly. “Fuuuck baby do that again” he moaned lowly and you did, making him whimper. “Im so close” you were about to cum for the second time. a moaning mess under Jungkook, your hands griping the couch. “Are you gonna cum with me? Are you gonna be a good girl and cum with me?”, “Please” you moaned, not being able to hold back anymore. You felt Jungkook come inside you, as you clenched around him, both of you moaning loudly. As you both finished, exhausted as ever, he collapsed over you, his cock still in you pussy. He kissed you again, slowly this time. “I love you”, “I love you too but we need to clean up Kook. It’s Namjoon’s couch” you remined him and he laughed softly. “We totally just made love on my best friend’s couch”. 

I think, overall, my ADHD is a benefit? I know it’s a hurdle for a lot of people, but my hobbies and prospective career THRIVE on chaining thoughts.

It can be a serious problem when I have to read or study, yeah, and I… never finish anything I start. I’m not here saying it’s really that great because sometimes WOW things get weird and awful and thoughts race and suddenly you gotta MOVE or DO SOMETHING or else you’ll explode and you can barely listen to people talk but…

Idk ive found that just being honest with people solves a lot of problems.

“Hey, I can’t hear you in here. Can you tell me this story when we’re outside?” (Not because it’s loud but because I can’t separate their voice from the voice of people also talking in the vicinity)

And for me breaking down my work into manageable chunks changed my ENTIRE LIFE. It takes a lot of work but I really am enjoying my schoolwork right now so it’s hardly a chore.

I kind of reformatted my life in little ways to compliment my ADHD and it’s definitely allowing me to do more.

Whoever writes People magazine captions deserves a Pulitzer. Solid prose. I spot four hyphenated words and three adverbs (loathsome things in grammar) and somehow I just believe in this sentence entirely. Mostly because I have a sense that the person writing this really believes it too. And that’s what’s getting me out of bed every day—that someone else believes in what they do as much as I do. I have a job, you have a job, we all have a job. Do your job well. That’s why we get out of bed. We gotta pay the bills. If you’re not feeling up to it, my advice: take two Aleve® and keep it moving (in your low-key bomber). Fake it ‘til you make it.

also after the philly show tonight i just want to say a big fuck you to everyone who says “”harry isn’t doing enough” or “that isn’t activism” or claim that we’re praising him too much when it comes to harry holding up the pride flags at his shows, or the trans flags now as well (or any other flag he may choose to wave. i saw a few bi flags there tonight as well). never in my life have i been to a concert where i felt just so universally accepted by everyone there for being queer, both by harry and his band and also by all the fans. when the mini pride flags were being handed out for the project, everyone was so excited to take a flag and thought it was amazing. i saw huge genuine smiles break out on peoples faces. we were sitting on the streets with mini pride flags out all day and no one questioned it. everyone felt free to be open without a worry. do yall know how meaningful that is to me?? people on the street even smiled at it. i saw at least 6 pride flags, big ones, on the line and in the front of general admission. one girl had a pride flag with “treat people with kindness” on it and held it up for harry to see. i walked around with a mini pride flag hanging out of my pant pocket all day, walking up and down the town and i had no concern about it?? i wasn’t scared of what was going to happen, i felt empowered and like i could truly just exist unapologetically as a queer person that day. the event staff took pride flags as well and had them in their pockets. harry was so clearly moved by the fan project to hold up the mini pride flags during sign of the times - i saw him turn to adam beforehand and just whisper ‘wow’ when he noticed. my point is, harry has created the environment in which all of that can happen!! harry created this space where fans can truly just be themselves without a worry and that is so liberating to have?? it matters that he holds the pride flag up so proudly. it matters that he made it a point to bring a pride flag out after it had been wrongfully confiscated. people are getting arrested for daring to bring a pride flag to concerts in other countries right now. so don’t yall dare act like what harry has been doing isn’t important or isn’t a form of it’s own activism and it’s incredible. do you know how moved i was that just… no one cared about people being queer in that room?? everyone walked out of that concert with their flags held high instead of shoving them into their bags and hiding them bc they were afraid to be themselves outside of that room. i saw people empowered to just truly be themselves, maybe for the first time in their lives. i waved the flag out my window as we drove out and people who weren’t able to get a mini pride flag for the project were saddened when there weren’t anymore. yall gotta stop acting like this isn’t some of the most fucking important shit harry has done. creating that strong of a safe space for his fans is an incredible thing he’s done so when yall say “he’s not doing enough” where exactly is he not doing enough??? pull your head out of you ass.

take care of yourself!!

have you eaten in the last six hours?? if not, please be sure to get yourself some sort of healthy snack or meal to keep you running!! food is super important, you need it to keep doing your best. make time for it!!

are you hydrated?? if you’re anything like me, probably not. get yourself something nice and cool to drink, preferably water. you’ll feel better almost immediately. keep a cup of something near you to sip on every now and then!

how long have you been sitting still for?? i have a blood clotting disorder, so i have to be especially mindful of this too. get up and get moving! stretch a little, take a walk, dance, whatever- just wake your body up and get some energy flowing

do you have any medication you need to take?? if so, please make sure to do so!

have you slept in the last 24 hours?? i get it, you could get so much more done if you didn’t sleep butttttt chances are you’ll be so sleepy and miserable that it won’t happen. even if you just take a nap for an hour or so, you gotta rest up and recharge!

when was the last time you had a shower?? on my worst days, it can be super difficult for me to drag myself out of bed to do anything, and this includes something as simple as showering. but i promise you, it will make you feel so much nicer! give yourself a whole spa treatment or whatever if you’re feeling it- treat your body with love! you’ll feel so much fresher and nicer once you’re done


the most important thing is your health. doing your best does not mean pushing yourself to the point of a breakdown; at that point you aren’t doing your best anymore!! take care of yourselves loves, your wellbeing and happiness is important <3 

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

Daddy’s Little Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: dont the title gives it away? it’s such a cliche, i cant lmao

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw af! daddy kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, y'all)

Author’s Note: old fic; i remember writing this, and i was shook™ at how much dirty it turned out to be lmaoo enjoy! and don’t forget to write back to me ;)

Masterlist Here 

Bucky Barnes is a light sleeper. The Super Soldier’s super ability to hear is one of the reasons why he wakes up with dark rims under his eyes for most of the mornings.

But ever since you both started sharing a bed, that habit of his was fading away. You’d make sure you were always snuggled up to him, giving him a sense of assurance that you’re here, with him. And then even the slightest noise stopped to disturb him

That was until tonight, when the sweet disturbance was caused by you.

You had your back pressed against his front. His face buried into your hair, as he smiled and inhaled your sweet shampoo. The metal arm wrapped around your waist as you both inhaled and exhaled together, almost as if you both had practiced it.

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kit-kat-ronnie  asked:

22 for Klance?? I want ppl to realise how strong my blue boi is

22 - “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”


Lance waits with Keith at the front of the dorm rooms, watching dead leaves get churned up in the cold, morning wind. Their breath comes out in visible clouds and Keith pulls his hood up around his ears. His large suitcase stands between them.

“You don’t have to wait with me.” He says.

“Nah, it’s fine. I was up. Figured you’d want the company.” Lance shrugs. He still wears his pyjamas underneath his coat. His short hair is spiked at odd angles from sleep. Keith smiles gently. 

“Well thank you. That’s nice of you.”

“Also someone said your brother was hot and I’m really curious.” Lance smirks. Keith elbows him sharply in the ribs, which only makes Lance laugh harder.

“Here I thought you were being a good friend.”

“I’m your only friend. The bar is pretty low.”

“Hey,” Keith warns. Lance’s smile falters. He presses the back of his hand against Keith’s but doesn’t dare to hold it. Not yet.

“Hey, you know I’m kidding. Hunk and Pidge really love you.”

“You’re so convincing.” Keith drones.

“I’m your roommate. It’s in my job description to sass you.” Lance bumps their shoulders. Keith concedes and laughs. He bites his lip and glances at Lance through his dark hair. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold. Lance swallows. 

Despite their initial friction, Lance has become a valuable part of Keith’s university experience. He’s the only reason Keith has any sort of social circle, he’s the only reason his nutrition hasn’t collapsed completely… he’s the only reason Keith smiles on the hard days. Lance’s chatter and warm expressions have become a staple part of Keith’s routine, and if he’s perfectly honest, keith isn’t sure how he’ll make this christmas break without them. He sighs. Their shoulders still touch. Lance’s fingers brush against his.

“Lance…”

But Keith is cut off by a sleek sedan pulling to a stop in from of them. The driver cheerily pushes the horn, before emerging. He’s tall, broad, and pre-maturely grey in the fringe, but otherwise youthful and handsome. Lance lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, Pidge was right.”

Keith elbows Lance again.

“Don’t talk about him like that.”

“I can definitely see you’re from the same genetic stock.” lance teases. Keith blushes.

“I’m adopted actually.”

“Huh…” Lance blinks. He tries to not look visibly uncomfortable, but he’s at a loss for words. He just nods.

“You two are still hot though. My point remains.” 

Keith groans and shoves him. He tries to distract Lance from noticing the growing blush on his cheeks. The two push each other and giggle until Shiro approaches. 

“Bro!” He exclaims, before sweeping Keith into a crushing hug. Lance had grappled with Keith enough times, fighting over the last donut or whatnot, to know that he was anything but weak. However, wrapped up in Shiro’s much stronger arms, Keith looks small and even delicate. Lance laughs loudly as Keith wriggles and shouts.

“Shiro! Stop! Put me…!” He kicks out his legs and tries to slip through his arms.

“I missed you! C’mon! Too cool to hug your brother now?” Shiro finally releases the smaller boy. Keith pouts. Lance clears his throat.

“Keith, are you being rude?” Shiro arches an eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“What?” Keith follows his gaze. “Oh yeah! Shiro, this is my…” He pauses. roommate felt way too impersonal, but it was also accurate. Friend? No… that feels wrong. More than friend? God, that’s too strong, and he doesn’t want Lance to panic. 

“… my friend, Lance. He’s also my roommate.” Keith covers all the bases he can. He feels it accurately tells Shiro who Lance is anyway.

“Hey, I’m Takashi. You can call me Shiro.” Shiro holds out his hand. Lance shakes it.

“Lance.”

“Thanks for looking after my brother.”

“Oh, I didn’t…”

“If Keith is still alive I know he had help.” Shiro laughs. Keith pouts. Lance grabs Keith’s wrist and rubs his finger along the soft skin on the underside. Keith sighs and feels warm.

“Well, Keith’s kept me in check too. I would have failed my exams if it weren’t for him.”

“Well that’s good. Glad he’s still focused on learning.” Shiro places his hands on his hips and beams like a proud father.

“Keith, sorry, but we’ve gotta head off if we wanna beat traffic.”

Keith nods. Shiro runs back to the car and pops the trunk. Lance grabs the suitcase before Keith gets a chance. 

“Lance, you don’t have to…”

“No, let me help.” He walks the suitcase over and hoists it up. “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” He winks and drops it into the back. Keith shakes his head.

“I know you are.” 

Lance sheepishly grins. He steps forward. His hands move awkwardly at his sides before he decides to gently punch Keith in the arm.

“Have a great christmas man.”

“You too.”

They share a quiet moment. Shiro counts to 10 before he interrupts. 

“Keith…”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Keith and Lance share a glance. 

“I gotta…”

“I know. I’ll message you.”

Keith waves before he slips into the passenger seat. Lance stays on the curb, his hands sinking into his coat pockets, and smiles. Keith feels emptiness erupt in his chest. His hand pauses on his seatbelt. The car’s rumble vibrates underneath him and Shiro releases the handbrake. He begins to shift out of park.

“Wait! hang on!” Keith releases his seatbelt and opens the door. Shiro swears as he quickly hits the break so he doesn’t roll over his brother’s foot.

Keith jogs back up to Lance, who stands with a shocked but amused expression. 

His eyes widen further when keith kisses him.

It’s quick and chaste. A light pressure and hot breath. Keith pulls away and Lance blinks.

“I uh…” Keith’s eyes dart to the side. “I want to talk to you about…. about something when I get back.”

Lance’s shock fades and he melts into a wide grin. He tips Keith’s chin up and kisses him. A bit longer. His eyes closed and his hand just barely cupping his jaw. He pulls away and brushes Keith’s hair out of his face. He’s always wanted to do that and it sent a thrill through his stomach. 

“I’ll call you tonight. I can’t wait until you get back.”

Keith beams. He bites his lower lip.

“Ok.” 

He starts to walk backwards and fumbles with the car door handle.

“I gotta…”

“Go! I know!” Lance laughs.

“We’ll talk!”

“We’ll talk.” Lance nods. 

Keith slips back into the car and barely notices the movement of them pulling away and driving down the road. He’s too lost in his own happiness and thoughts. 

“Soooooo…. not just a friend then?” Shiro teases.

“Shut up.” Keith rolls his eyes.

“My bro’s all grown up!” Shiro wipes away a fake tear.

“I said shut up!”

i cant sleep cus im scared of having nightmares so im thinking about. mcelroy stuff Invading hogwarts. like i know that no one at all likes harry potter anymore but listen. listen.

one muggleborn summons their patronus and its ja’am and 4 others fucking lose it crying and singing “BACKPACK FOR HIS APPLESAUCE, BACKPACK WHERE HE KEEPS HIS APPLESAUCE” , another kid summons a shrimp and theres suddenly a cry of SHRIMP! HEAVEN! NOW!

they hear about hogsmeade for the first time and they always refer to it as just fantasy costco [all visits are filled with silly garfield the deals warlock voices in every store. all of them. they almost get banned on their first trip bc its in Every Fucking Store]

they ask mcgonagall abt having dogs and she says “no dogs are allowed in hogwarts, it’s too dangerous” and its so stupid but theyre trying so hard not to lose it because no dogs on the moving stairs, they just run right off the damn things 

im sorry i know its super silly and dumb but . special interests 

Bedlam, chaos, revenge... my work, here is done...

I got cheated on and took back the engagement ring in front of her family last Easter in the middle of dinner, reminded her that “her ring” was a promise to not suck off her ex boyfriends and told her to get accustomed to her parents house because she`s moving back there with them at the end of the month.

Wiped my mouth with my napkin, thanked everyone for a wonderful dinner and left while she was screaming, her mother was crying, and her father stared straight ahead still chewing.

You just gotta time it right.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, how much/many of your ideas should you reveal and create up front ad post online and how many should you keep to yourself as an artist? I have all these ideas for like, potential shows (im a student) that would function well as webcomics. But I'd like to be a board artist or show creator. Should I make those webcomics?

Here are your options:

Option 1: Hold onto your ideas

You hold onto your ideas until you can pitch them to executives, even though that may be years and years from now. So if you’re a student right now, that means you’re probably between 18-22. I didn’t get to pitch Infinity Train until I was 27, I didn’t get to make the pilot until I was 29. Now I’m 30 and I’m still waiting around for a possible greenlight. That is 3 years of my life waiting for other people to get moving so I can get moving. If your life goes like mine, that’s 7 years until you’ve made something. One thing. 7 years. How old were you 7 years ago and how many ideas have you had in those 7 years that could also be turned into things? YOU WILL NEVER RUN OUT OF IDEAS.

Something else to keep in mind, I was able to get moving on those ideas because I was working in the industry already, had contacts, and had started building a reputation. If you walk up the front of Nickelodeon or Disney or something and just knock on the door, they’re not going to listen to your pitch. So when will you have those contacts and reputation? How will you build those connections?

Well the first thing you do is start making and producing work. That means, ironically, you gotta start using those ideas you’re holding onto. Why would you expect anyone to want to help make your things if you’re not already making things? That brings me to…

Option 2: Make your ideas

If you don’t have work, then how are people finding out about you? They’re not. You’re not an artist if you’re not making work, you’re just a person with a bunch of thoughts. Lots of things have thoughts. Cows have thoughts. The thing with thoughts is that they’re NOT REAL. It’s all just up in your head. How are you different from any other person? Everybody has ideas, it’s making the idea into a reality that’s the accomplishment.

It’s tempting to not make things. If you make something, then that means it can be a failure and that other people can criticize it. If it remains a thought in your head, then no one can say anything bad about it and it’s just a perfect thing forever that only you know is perfect. You become the person that’s like “Then there’s this guy, he’s got like a sword, and he’s like SWUH! and it’s SO awesome!” and people go: “Wow that sounds fun!” and then you go: “Yeah, I’m gonna make it someday” and they go: “cool!” and then you sit around and waste your life and never make it because why would you? It’s perfect in your head! You already got the compliment from someone, you KNOW there would be fans and people would love it because the version you have in your head is so great! You don’t have to actually prove that it’s a viable idea or that you can even make it because you’ve already done it in your imagination.

Deep down though, you’ll know it’s not true, and it will just make you feel guilty, regretful, and jealous of people who DID actually make and follow through on their ideas. It poisons your soul, then you die, then your guts fertilize some plants which get eaten by a cow, which gets turned into a burger, which gets eaten by an actual artist and used as caloric energy to power their actual artist hands.

————-

I think the real question you should ask yourself is “would I rather see this thing exist than not exist?” Because the fact is, if you want the thing to exist, you have to make it, no one is going to suddenly knock on your door and beg you for your ideas. Don’t sit around and wait for a future that may never come, become an active participant in what you want your future to be.

As my friend Toby once angrily yelled into an empty street one day: “IDEAS ARE FUCKING INFINITE, JUST MAKE THE THING!”

The Losers Club + Stranger Things

With all these posts about It (2017) and Stranger Things season two on the way, I keep getting Mike and Mike mixed up lmao not that the Stranger Things kids need a killer clown in their life, but you gotta admit it’d be one heck of a party

Beverly and Eleven bond and Bev becomes like a big sis to her, comforting her and showing her that affection does exist, having dealt with a/buse tw herself. She often insists on painting Eleven’s nails. Mike W. thinks it’s pretty (good.)

Mike Wheeler and Richie Tozier. HOOOOOOO boy. Mike thinks this kid is a GOD. Richie gives Mike tons of new tips to help him move up in the trickster ranks, which he then of course tries out on Nancy.

Mike Hanlon and Lucas bond over their struggles with racism in the times/communities they’re living in, and, both of them being the rational thinking type, often team up to help the others think of tactical ways of defeating the Demogorgon. They’re a dynamic duo to say the least

So um Will Byers and Eddie being best friends???? These two precious boys and their protective mothers ooooh my goodness
They would both definitely side on Loogie being based on mass, whereas Richie and Mike W. INSIST on distance.

Dustin having a huge crush on Bev. Just saying.

Steve and Jonathan beating the living crap out of Henry Bowers. They look after the Losers just as they would their own siblings.

Beverly giving El tips on how to approach a boy you like, causing Eleven to turn a bright shade of red. This does not go unnoticed by Mike W.

Ben and Dustin: Overseers of all things snack related when it comes to D&D sleepovers. Ben is the Dungeon Master. Even Mike W is impressed with his skill level.

Mike W. and Ben talking books!! Both are very interested in mystery novels

Bill being a mother hen to everyone in the group. Especially when Will goes missing. He knows how badly it hurts to lose a brother, so not only does he comfort Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Eleven, but he’s a big support to Jonathan as well. He and Jonathan spend lots of time together skipping rocks and exchanging life stories. Jonathan gives Bill lots of big brotherly advice, like he would often do with Will.

Stan and Eleven. Yes. Stan would take her bird watching, and introduce her to new worlds she’s never even scratched the surface of. Eleven is a great comfort to Stan, and listens to him all the time and makes sure he knows he’s heard. If anyone tries to mess with Stan, they have to go through her.

No but Tony was in a cab or smthn when he realised what was about to go down on the ferry right? Just imagine how that would’ve gone in the seconds after Peter hung up. Poor cab driver just gonna get a stack of dollars shoved in his face and a “gotta blast I have a teenager you know the drill,” before the guy probably just fuckin. Launches himself out of the moving vehicle. And you know the poor cab driver just freaking out thinking he just ran over Tony Stark until he sees the suit Nyooming off to go kick some ass and ground his idiot son. Good Times.

Golden Hour

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Tom let out a sigh of relief as he rounded the corner into the quieter section of the airport, away from the demanding paparazzi. There were fewer people here, all lost in their own worlds, wanting to get to their planes. He wasn’t famous to them, just another passer byer.

In front of him you talked to Harrison and Harry, unphased by the previous events that occurred not even five minutes ago. The screaming, the grabbing, the shoving. All calling for Tom, all needing to be seen, but he was only one man. Tom Holland loved his job, it was everything he ever dreamed of, but he was only human and the world refused to believe that.

When you noticed Tom had fallen behind you excused yourself from the conversation and slowed your pace until you and Tom were in the same rhythm side by side. You gently smiled at him earning a fake one in return.

You hated seeing him this way, but it had become a norm. He was an amazing actor, using his skill more off screen than on. Constantly putting on a show for everyone around him, smiling, laughing, taking everything thrown at him. He couldn’t falter, not even for a second, or the media would eat him alive. So the second he was behind closed doors he would come crumbling down and let the exhaustion take over. So it wasn’t uncommon that he would spend the day moping around in bed or be a little grumpier then was called for. He would apologize like crazy afterwards, wanting to be the perfect boyfriend for you but you would just curl up next to him and tell him that everything was okay. And every time it would throw him off guard expecting you to be mad but you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend, you didn’t sign up from the perfect person the world made him be, you signed up for all the little imperfections that made him Tommy.

“Wow,” You grabbed his hand, catching his attention. “Look at that view.”

Behind the glass wall the sun kissed the horizon in an explosion of warm yellows and reds, turning the sky into a work of art. A plane could be seen in the distance, heat radiating into the atmosphere, rippling the sky around it like a pebble into a pond.

You didn’t travel nearly as much as Tom or Harrison, this was only your third time tagging along on one of his press tour locations, so you were sure he had seen this view hundreds of times but you wondered if he had ever really taken a second to just enjoy it.

“You know, they call this the golden hour in photography.” You glanced over at Tom whose tired eyes were soaking in the view. “It makes, like, the perfect photograph or something.”

“I can see why they’d call it that.” His voice was soft and low, worn out from all the use from earlier in the day.

“I can’t wait to see it again tomorrow.” You smiled. “And the day after that, aaaand the day after that. With you, in airports and hotels or wherever this crazy adventure takes us.” You swung your connected hands, trying to bring some energy back into the peaceful moment.  “So come on, Holland, lets get to our plane.”

You tugged at his hand, pulling him along. He kept stealing glances at the view, wanting to just stop time and enjoy this moment with you. Because if he was being honest with himself this was the first time he felt like he could breathe since he stared filming Spider-Man, all because you said ‘us’. He wasn’t on this adventure alone, you were right by his side, even when he was at his worst. Even when he rose his voice at the stupidest of things, or didn’t have any energy to go out on a date, or when he didn’t want anything to do with anyone, you were still there. Even if you were in different countries your face would pop up on his phone when he needed you the most. You were his golden hour, you were perfect.

“Will you marry me?” He tugged back on your hand, making you stop midsentence, talking about whatever book you were reading this week.

“What?” You asked, not hearing his quiet voice over your loud one. “Tom we can talk and walk, we gotta go, the plane is going to be taking off soon.” You tried to tug on his hand to make him move again but he stood his ground.

“Will you marry me?” He asked again. You furrowed your brows, confused. Without a second though he dropped down to one knee, holding your hand in his and that when everything started piecing together.

“I don’t have a ring, and I know this really isn’t the right place to be asking but fuck, (Y/N), I love you. And I really need you to say yes. Because the second we get off that plane I want to run to the closest church, or city hall or anywhere that will make you my wife. I can’t take another second of not knowing you are mine forever.” You watched him ramble on, tears prickling at your eyes.

In front of you, Harrison looked back to see what was taking you both so long to catch up. He slapped Harry’s arm, getting his attention.

“Yes.” Happiness spilling out of you in a form of a laugh. “Yes, I will marry you.” You were bouncing on the balls of your feet now, unable to control yourself. Tom stood up, a grin plastered across his face.

“Yeah?” He questioned, making sure one last time he heard you right.

“Yes.” You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leaned into you, deepening the kiss before lifting you into the air and spinning around.  As he put you down, Harrison and Harry ran up behind you, wrapping you both into a hug before laughing and congratulating you.

And as promised, the second you got off the plane you had found the closest city hall.

Unexpected Meeting

Summary: After years of feeling nothing, you finally get the sign you’ve been looking for, the sign that means your soulmate is alive. And he’s closer than you expected

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: none, just general fluffiness 

A/N: Thank you, Anon for requesting. This was super fun to write. I went with the Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate share senses. I hope you like it :)

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Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

Your parents told you that you share the same senses as your soulmate. Emotion, pain, pleasure; you’re supposed to feel it all, as they do.

And yet, you never felt a thing.

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It’s like taking a look inside my head everyday for the last 5 weeks. And it’s exhausting.

*kicks the door down* hey you know what we should talk about the Keith Kick again. his legs are honestly a powerhouse please let his thighs be chunky 2k17.