GUY!!!!! Thanks for everithing!! I don’t know when and why, but 600 wonderful people follow me!!! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡ I only have about like three months on tumblr and I really love you guys!
I don’t so easy show my fanarts because I change a lot of style, but I made this with all my love for your beautiful comments, reblogs and like.
Holy cow, y’all. See, I hadn’t even gotten to finish my 100 follower giveaway before this one was needed. And by the time I had gotten the 100 follower giveaway winner chosen, I already had well over 600. I can’t keep up! XD
This giveaway, there will be 2 winners! One winner will get the SUN box, with a wood burned pentacle keychain, a copy of my first ever spellbook, various incenses, a small sun charm, an incense holder and a Sacred Home herb set. The other will get the MOON box, with a wood burned triple goddess keychain, a small palmistry book, various incenses, a small moon charm, an incense holder, and a sage and cedar herb set.
-No spam blogs, no porn blogs, no giveaway blogs, no bots. Period. Sorry, I just… can’t? -You must be following me. This is a giveaway to appreciate my followers, so it’d be silly if I just gave the prizes to anybody! -Do NOT tag this as a giveaway and spoil the fun. Seriously. -You must be 18 or older and willing to give me your shipping information! -If you don’t respond within 24 hours of me notifying you of your win, another winner will be chosen. -Likes and reblogs both count as entries -If you want one or the other, make it known to me by sending me a single, polite, private message. If you’re a jerk to me, you automatically get disqualified.
The giveaway will end on my honey’s birthday, April 8th. That means, any entries before 11:59 pm April 7th will be accepted (PST).
I’m super excited!! I can’t wait to see how this turns out! <3 Best of luck, witches!
DISCLAIMER: If you guys are “in the know”, please note that we made this drawing as a parody, and therefore, should not be taken seriously!
So, Between Us and You Guys…We want to thank each and every one of our 600+ followers (and growing) for all of the support! Sorry this took a while to get made, but we hope it was worth the wait! We have amazing things planned for TIAFOE’s story, stuff that we hope that will make the crew think, “Snap, why haven’t we hired these brothers/sisters from another mother already?!” ,let alone things we hope you fine people will enjoy immensely.
Okay, I felt bad that I didn’t write anything last time so here I am with a celebratory/making-up-for-last-time fic!
“Who’s up for pizza?” Scott calls from the kitchen as he shuffles through Derek’s drawer of take-out menus. The response is a resounding groan as the pack files in through the front door.
“We’ve had pizza for the past three days,” Isaac whines as Lydia drags him to the dining room table where she has notebooks and textbooks spread. Isaac had asked for the tutoring when his Pre-Calculus grade had been threatening his position on the lacrosse team.
“Every pizza place in town recognizes us by now,” Erica adds, dropping her soccer cleats by the door as Boyd follows behind her with both their backpacks.
“Pizza Hut, Poppa John’s and Pizza Man Dan’s all know me by name now, and that isn’t something I’m proud of, buddy,” Stiles agrees, walking in with Jackson in tow. They prop their lacrosse gear next to the hall closet earning them a good dose of Derek Hale Sarcasm™.
“It must be so hard to actually put the stuff in the closet and use the hooks I bought specifically for this purpose,” Derek sighs as he closes the door behind them all, “I didn’t build it took pretty.”
“Well, I painted it to look pretty and I’ve got to say it looks great,” Stiles grins from where he’s flopped down on the couch, smiling wider as he watches his alpha roll his eyes. Before Derek can retort back Scott enters the living room with a handful of menus.
“There looks like there’s a few Thai places open.” Another pack wide groan of disapproval. Clearly they exhausted their love of Thai food as well.
“I heard there’s a new Hawaiian place on 5th,” Erica suggests from where she and Boyd sit on the opposite end of the couch from Stiles.
“No, Danny says it’s a horrible insult to the culture,” Lydia pipes up helpfully, “And I quote ‘cultural appropriation at its worst’.”
“Danny’s coming over?” Isaac asks, shooting for casual and missing by a mile.
“Yeah,” Scott smiles knowingly at the rest of the pack with his back to Isaac, “He’s just picking up Allison from her MMA class.”
“How about Chinese? I hear Chester’s is good,” Boyd offers. The pack makes various noises of agreement but Stiles stiffens up.
“No.” He realizes too late that he sounds almost panicked and quickly attempts to cover it up, “I don’t like Chinese.” The amendment is easily accepted and the pack moves on in their discussion so Stiles lets out a little breath of relief. That is until he spots Derek looking at him in concern. He just knows the alpha heard the (with lots of practice) near imperceptible uptick in his heart beat but the rest of the night seems to go off without a hitch so Stiles lets it go.The pack orders from a delivery pasta place and watches The Return of the King before slowly filing out and to their own homes. Stiles ends up the last to leave as per usual, helping Derek clear away trash and put away dishes.
“I still have a hard time eating eggrolls because they were Laura’s favorite.” Stiles freezes where he’s bent over from having put a dish in the dishwasher. “And my mom really liked pickles. My dad only ever ate peanut butter and honey sandwiches because he said jelly wasn’t sweet enough so that’s hard for me too eat too and -”
“I just, I know that it’s hard to have things that you strongly connect to someone you lose so -”
“Are you trying to comfort me?” Stiles turns to fully face Derek, turning to look where’s he’s standing, ringing the cleaning rag he was just using between his hands.
“You lied about not liking Chinese food,” Derek says with a shrug.
“And you thought …” Stiles prompts when it’s obvious Derek won’t continue on his own. The werewolf sighs, looking put upon, but Stiles sees right through that act and to the discomfort underneath. He feels a little bad for putting Derek on the spot like this but he’s too curious to let his compassion for a fellow awkward soul to win out.
“I just thought, maybe you didn’t want Chinese because it was too personal,” Derek says, voice practically a mumble but Stiles hears him perfectly, caught on every word. And, damn, do those words make his heart just melt.
THANKS FOR THE 600+ FOLLOWERS !!!! Seriously you guys ;v; thank yu so much for supporting us !!
To thank you guys, here’s an art raffle!
The rules are simple !!
Reblog to enter ! -The max amount of reblogs you can have for this is 2 !! Gotta be following daily-spiritomb my dudes. (If you reblog to a side blog then you gotta include your main blog in the tags, my friend.)
The Raffle will end on May 17th (the date posting this is May 5) so you will have some time to enter! Winners will have 2 days to respond before a new winner is chosen! -1 character per winner !
Will draw OCs !! -also includes non-pokemon !
Will not draw anything overly complicated or NSFW!
Wowie! I know that probably isn’t a lot to some people but i’m just so happy with how much this blog has grown!!
So to say thanks i decided to do another Follow Forever and mention some people i’ve met even when i was smoldantrash. I tried to keep mostly mutuals because you guys are my babes and have literally stuck with him trying to figure out what to even make of this blog. So THANK YOU SO MUCH! (and if i forgot anyone i’m so sorry!)
@bkwrm523 requested a Leonard McCoy reader insert with the prompt
“I thought you liked my smug smile.”
This ficlet is mostly innocent, but has a NSFW implication, so I’m putting most of it behind a cut. ;)
You’re sitting propped up on a bio bed in the med bay, glancing around to keep yourself occupied as you suck oxygen, recovering from a bit of smoke inhalation after a small explosion down in engineering a short while earlier. The mask fogs every time you breathe out and it’s starting to get uncomfortable around the edges, but you know you’re stuck there being monitored for the foreseeable future thanks to your overbearing boyfriend’s overcautious nature. He’s not the one managing your case, but he’s breathing down M’Benga’s neck and you’re amazed at how the other doctor manages to keep his cool with Leonard trying to micromanage him. You’ve tried to tell him that you’re fine and that he can stand down, but you can see the way he looks at you every time he breezes by outside of the cubicle you’re in in between patients and you know your words fall on deaf ears.
I love you a lot. Deal with it. Freaking deal with it. I love you. You know what? I’ll say it again. I freaking love you, you weirdos. Now move on! Enjoy your scrolling. That’s it. Move along. Keep it moving.
This is my entry for both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-valentines day challenge and also @impalaimagining‘s 600 follower challenge. My Anti-Valentines prompt was the song Nothing Compares 2 U. My prompt 600 follower prompt was “Tonight’s my last night here.” This is un-beta’d so any and all mistakes are my own. Tags are below the cut, I have used the SPN Fanfic Pond tag list. If you have been tagged incorrectly please let me know and I will remove you asap.
Summary: The reader and Dean spend one last night together.
Pairing: Dean X Reader.
Warnings: Mild smut, Angst.
Word count: 1,602.
**Bang Bang Bang**
Rushing to the door, you opened it quickly already knowing who waited for you on the other side. Grabbing a fistful of shirt, you hauled the man inside, slamming the door behind him.
“Damn baby slow down. We have all night.” He said to me cockily as I started working on his belt, fingers fumbling against the buckle. You finally managed to unbuckle him, ripping the leather from his jean loops, you threw it towards the bed and started working on removing his shirt. He chuckled at your eagerness, his own hands reaching for your shirt albeit at a much slower pace, he knew that if he teased you it would drive you wild and he would have you literally begging him to take you. As you worked the flannel off of his shoulders and down his strong, muscular arms, you felt your arousal spike once more, you had always had a thing for his arms, knowing their strength first hand as he took down monster and took you against walls. You grew impatient with his shirt, choosing instead to rip it straight down the middle and yanking the the torn shirt off of his body in one clean movement.