ahh i hope this is okay!!

@pwoo CRIES// OKAY I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. HONESTLY, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY DREW A MORE CURVY GIRL, BUT I’M GLAD THAT IT WAS YOU POO. I JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE, BUT I LOVE U AND AHH (/)///(\)

Ace Relationship Idea

a-poet-like-her submitted:

Hey okay so I’m not in a relationship but here’s an ideal for you - cuddling by the fire with hot chocolate and a movie playing in the background.

Hanging out with friends and just casually holding hands.

Giving them the keys to your house and having them realize what a big deal that is and smiling and hugging you.

Knowing each others’ favorite tea, and whoever wakes up first makes the tea.

Eating cake together and falling in love as you kiss away the excess icing.

Knowing each others’ secrets and refusing to judge.

Ahh I’m a sappy fluff, aren’t I? Anyway, hope this was okay.

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❆ lyon vastia ❆ 413 days ❆
for imxeracus c:

@natroze omg what iiiis this uh so tensuga 

“we started arguing about which hogwarts house this one character would be in and we completely lost track of time and now you’re demanding i take you out to dinner is this a date” au  was your prompt here goes:


“Tch. You’re totally wrong.”

Suga’s head shoots up from where he’d previously been resting his chin on the edge of the page while he drew. He blinks in confusion, his brows furrowing as he frowns at the redhead hovering over the table. “Excuse you?”

Belatedly, Suga notices the ink’s starting to pool into an ugly blotch and hisses in distress as he wrenches his hand away. Distracted by thoughts of whether the drawing’s salvageable, Suga nearly forgets the redhead in front of him.

“The sorting,” the redhead explains, his smirk smug and condescending, “is obviously wrong. She’s obviously a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor. Anyone who has read the manga would know that.”

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We’re kicking off the Hamilton Tony’s celebration lil fic party with a special request from @historical-bisexual! The request was for Lams  based off of this post! LET’S GO! (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

Alexander looked down at his watch and groaned. He was late. Again. For the third time that week. He and Laurens already didn’t get that much time together because of their different work schedules due to their summer jobs–– Laurens forced to intern for his father and Alexander picking up any job he could find–– and, on top of that, Laurens really hated when people were late, which was maybe the one thing he had in common with his father.

Alexander, who had wandered into the library after his shift at the grocery store down the road, left the book he’d been looking at on a random shelf and darted out of the building. He had to get to Laurens. He had to make this okay. He pulled out his phone to send a quick text to his boyfriend.

Alexander: Coming. Lost track of time. Sorry, babe! xox

Laurens: K. 

Alex groaned again upon seeing Laurens’ response. He was clearly upset, and how could Alexander blame him? He was upset with himself, too. 

He was out of breath by the time he got to the apartment that Laurens had moved into when they started college about a year ago. He checked the time again. He was thirteen minutes late.

He was about to text Laurens that he was there when the door opened. Laurens was standing on the other side, glaring at his boyfriend. He left the door open and turned to head back up the stairs. Alexander followed, head down, just staring at his feet as they clomped against the wooden steps. 

Once they were inside Laurens’ apartment, Alexander started to explain himself, but Laurens quickly cut him off.

“Hold the fuck up!” Laurens shouted. 

Alexander’s eyes widened in surprise. Laurens had never shouted at him before. 

“I just lost track of time!” Alex blurted out.

“That’s what you say every time this happens,” Laurens retorted. “I’d say get a watch but you already have a goddamn watch!” He threw his hands up in the air.

“It’s just a bad habit of mine, John. I’m so sorry. I just forget to look at the time.”

“It’s not that it’s a habit of yours, Alexander, it’s, it’s…” Laurens ran his fingers through his brown curls as he tried to figure out what to say. “It’s that it makes me feel like I don’t matter to you. Like I’m not important enough for you to remember or something.” 

Laurens looked down at his feet, a blush rising to his freckled face. “I know that you’re scatter minded and forgetful, but I still can’t help how I feel.” His voice was much softer now, much more fragile.

Alex couldn’t speak for a moment. He was so shocked by what Laurens had said. “John,” he began. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I had no idea that that’s how this was making you feel.” 

Alexander took a cautious step toward his boyfriend. “You are the most important thing in my life, and I’m so sorry I made you feel otherwise. I can’t promise to be perfect, but I’m really gonna try, John. You deserve so much better.” Alex couldn’t help the tears coming to his eyes. The fact that he had hurt Laurens pained him so much. 

Alexander held his arms out and, after eyeing him for a moment, Laurens stepped into them, wrapping his arms tightly around Alex’s slight frame. 

“Hold the fuck up,” Alex whispered.

Laurens stepped away and gave his boyfriend a confused look. “What?” he said.

“Me. I’m the fuck up. You’re holding me, or you were holding me.” Alexander opened his arms again. 

This time Laurens was laughing as he fell into Alexander’s embrace. “What am I gonna do with you?” he said.

Alexander kissed Laurens’ cheek and then nuzzled his head into his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I don’t know,” he said. After a moment he quietly added “I also don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

we could be royalty (king and queen of nowhere)

gift for @expectoepatronums

an; wow okay so! this is my first actual jily fic and i do hope it was good for you and everyone and this was so much fun to write ahh. happy holidays or just happy winter idk but i hope you’re having a lovely day today.

rating; teen and up

word count; 10,612

The first time she ever saw her soulmate she was 10 and had eaten an entire jar full of peanut butter on a dare. She was so tired she fell asleep and dreams of stormy nights with the stars still out. It’s raining and she is cold so she starts looking around for somewhere to hide. There is a cave and as she gets closer to it, Lily sees another figure huddled in it.

Lily marches into the cave eyeing the person. Logically she knows that she is in a dream and nothing can happen to her. Curiosity bubbles beneath her and finally she blurts out “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before”

The other boy looks up and grins at her. He has hazel eyes she realizes, they’re the same colour as Petunia’s, and he has black hair just like Sev’s. But his hair juts out everywhere and for a second she wonders if a lightning from Zeus hit it. “I’m James” he introduces himself “who are you?”

“Lily of the Evans residence” she says in her best grown-up voice. She heard Petunia answer the phone once saying that phrasing and liked it. “What’re you doing here?”

At this he grows quiet and scuffs his shoes around. Lily realizes she has hit a nerve and looks away trying to think of something else to say so he doesn’t feel as bad. “I was looking for some friends” he finally says quietly with a hint of sadness seeping into his tone

Lily frowns looking at him with hands in his pockets.  It doesn’t suit him she decides, and neither does the sadness on his face. “Well I’m your friend now” she tells him. He looks up at her a little startled and she grabs his hands. “C’mon lets go play something fun”

They play together for a while. She isn’t sure how long it was but after a while he complained that he was getting tired so they both sat down. “So this is your dream” he finally says

“Yeah. What do you think?” she asks

He shrugs and looks around. His hair is still messy and his glasses are lopsided on his face. “Most of my dreams are about me being a wizard and beating a dragon. Or becoming a wizard and using magic to pull pranks around the world and making people laugh. This is just really plain”

Lily shrugs loosely and looks around. They’re sitting at a beach, the night not quite there yet, a soft glow on the sky. A few stars already were coming out and the moon lazily hovered above them, the sea expanding above the two of them. “Here” she finally says “there are rows of houses, the kind with nice families who always did their work on time, had money, and their biggest fight in their houses was what to have for dinner. And I live in them with my family. My dad comes home every night after work and he helps me with my homework. Mom takes me to school perfectly on time and lets me help her with dinner. And Petunia, my sister” she pauses for a second “she is happy” Lily ends looking down at the sand

The boy turns to look at her. He stares at her like she is a puzzle, a mystery he wants to solve but isn’t sure how. “I like it then. Its nice. And its what you want”

She blushes and pushes him lightly into the sand. They get into a sand castle competition and hers keeps falling apart. After a while her mom comes out and she smells like strawberries instead of liquor. When she comes the boy gets up and brushes the sand off and raises out his hand.

“Hi Ms. Evans” he says politely trying not to giggle, “I’m James of the Potter residence”

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sportarobbie headcanon of mine:

robbie is severely dyslexic (hence his inability to spell… almost anything) and tends to get down on himself about it because it supposedly makes him less of a genius HOWEVER sport takes none of that crap and will spend hours explaining why he’s so, so smart and how he knows all these crazily eloquent words and such and robbie always comes away from it feeling very nice

((side note: i hope you will do okay sooner or later!!
side side note: sorry for my awkward writing; english is my first language but i’m not the best with articulation))

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AHH! I love this!!