aaaaaaaaaaaah!!

ask--strange-dark asked:

((✈ - hobbies? ❤ - single/taken? ツ - any pets? ☂ - favorite season? ✐ - fave types of movies? ❣ - how would it be your ideal date?))

Hobbies

Well, other than art and drawing, I enjoy swimming from time to time, world building/character design, fashion design, sewing, and singing ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨

Single/Taken

Hella single bra (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

Any Pets

No, not as of right now, but my dad and sisters and I are planing to get two puppies when dad gets his own place and when we can afford to take care of them (^・ω・^ )

Favorite Season

Litterally any season but winter- I can’t handle the cold very well, and when it gets too cold my back starts to hurt a lot 川´・ω・`川

Fave Types of Movies

ACTION. ADVENTURE. FANTASY. SI-FI. LIKE DUUUDE- THOSE MOVIES ARE SO FUN TO WATCH AND PLUS I CAN SEE THE SPECIAL EFFECTS AND TRY AND FIGURE OUT HOW THEY’RE DONE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE THOSE KINDS OF MOVIES TO BITS (*≧∀≦*)

Ideal Date

well tbh, my idea of a perfect date is either staying home and ordering pizza and watching a movie or tv or something. Lots of cuddling, joking, teasing involved.

either that or just running errands with someone??? Like, I honestly could care less if we go somewhere fancy as long as we’re together and having fun (*´∪`)

This freakin’ thing.

I just found out that in english, it SCREAMS! It just SCREAMS!! Not like all the other Pokémon that only said their own species (with expection of Nidoking, it makes rhino stock noises), no, this thing SCREAMS!

In german it just said it’s name (Sarzenia). My whole childhood is a lie.

We’re Young and In Love (Heart Attacks Waiting To Happen) - Chapter Three

aaaaaaaaaaaah this took me sooososoo long fuck me

Genre: smUT I AM DEAD

Warnings: shower sex????????

Summary: Phil swaps places - or times, so to speak - and has a lot of fun.

Word count: 1.3k

Beta’d by: k1ngdragon and huggabae​ and writingphanfiction god bless thanks

x-posted on ao3

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Chapter One - 2009!Philx2015!Dan smut

Chapter Two -2015!Philx2009!Dan smut

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“Did you sleep well?” Dan asks him the next morning. Phil nods, his eyes scanning over Dan’s body, taking in his appearance. Dan hasn’t used his straighteners yet, his curls bouncing across his forehead. Phil has the inane urge to run his fingers through them, but he refrains from doing so.

“Yeah, I guess,” Phil answers, running his hand through his own hair, messing it up even more. “Do you know where my glasses are?”

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how am I so bad at inboxing, seriously, how, because this is from THREE MONTHS AGO. Anon who sent this, I am just absolutely the worst and I am so sorry I never posted it. It’s wrecked my heart all over again rereading it, if that’s any consolation, and you are far, far too good for someone the likes of me who can’t even answer asks in a reasonable time frame. 

Seriously, you’re the best.

Anonymous said: March 31st 2015, 10:21 pm · 3 months ago

He knew he was a bitter man. Hawke, however, sees more than these things. She remembers the new days of their acquaintance, when they’d pass through towns and he’d see children or families. Her companions would speak of what they saw, but Fenris said nothing. He just looked on, eyes caught for just one second between a gentle happiness and a desperate, aching sadness. There had also been times when (to her shame) she’d had far too much to drink.

And though there would be dryer-than-dry words for her the whole way home, his hand would be around her arm or her shoulder with care, catching every time she stumbled, careful not to pinch her with his gauntlets or hold her too tight even as he kept her from falling. And once time, just once, he found her crying. She’d had the old toy of a dead sibling in her hand, was startled at him finding her. They’d had much to sort out between them still, their days as lovers barely numbering a month.

He’d been by her side within the blink of an eye, hand around her wrist, sure but gentle. “Hawke.” Embarrassed, unable to run, she’d thought that maybe hiding her face was the best decision. “Hawke,” he’d said again, in the firm way all lovers did when they insisted but cared beyond measure. Fingers lifted her tear-stained face. “I miss—” She couldn’t even say the name. She didn’t have to before arms were around her, a hand cradling her head as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder and wept.

He had no memory of a sibling, no memory of a father, barely of a mother. But not once did he pull away as she recounted the memories. Surely part of him had wondered. Maybe a part of him, unable to recount anything, was a willing participant in such grief if only to be able to experience it. Regardless, there is no ire from him even as the hours wear on. And at the end of the evening when she gently refuses his offer for him to stay, he parts with a kiss to her forehead.

youtube

Me: I need a break from all this Shakespeare work I’ve been doing. I’m just going to put my headphones on, shuffle my Musical Theatre playlist, and not think about Shakespeare for a while…

Playlist: “The girls today in society…”

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaah

anonymous asked:

Uhh, hello ;; I really love your stories and some of my friends want to read your Akakuro fanfics (and I think a lot of people from my country too, lol). But they think that reading it in English is too bothersome or something like that. So, would you mind if I translated it to Portuguese? With all of your credits and everything, of course. Keep up the awesome work ♡

OMGGGG REALLY OMG WHAT AN HONOR OMG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH YES SURE OF COURSE YOU MAY~!

Do come off anon or maybe link me to the translated stories when you’re done translating them~ THIS IS SO EXCITING OMG WOW I hope your friends enjoy them~! ^3^ Thank you for supporting me!!

todlich-diebin asked:

“I want the H” ((aaayy man. Long time no see))

2. Sleepy hug

Lainen had been awake for far too long. Nightmares were plaguing his pleasant nights and interrupting his much desired sleep. As such, his perception was a little… off.

His venture through town was interrupted by the sight of a vaguely recognizable face, though, in his current state, Lainen couldn’t exactly identify them. Mumbling and muttering to himself, his tired mind figured that the best way to greet this person was to give them a big ol’ hug! Lainen moved slowly to the orange-haired thief and sleepily wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Mornin’.”