all day i think of only you

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WOOO! Finally got my prints!

Apparently my grandparents think I’m a mind reader and I’m just supposed to know they put my crap on top of the fridge…

Four days after they show up i finally get to see my amazing prints!

@Dement09 i absolutely love your art! Your literally the only reason i joined tumbler in the first place. Friends told me to but nothing ever sparked my interest. Till i saw your art! Without you i would have never found all these amazing artist and picarto.

I’ve been trying to start up comics for a long time fan and originals but seeing nothing come of other local artist work was discouraging. To find and see this thriving community has really put a pep in my step. Only two people have been my driving force for my art/comics and mental health while doing said art my amazing best friend and an amazing woman I’ve never met!

Thank you for all the inspiration!
Dont let anyone bring you down!
Lot of love FoxHound

Motivational Sanvers

Maggie makes a particularly harsh, self deprecating comment and Alex is having none of it.

I just really need something to motivate me through the next couple of days and I make these kinds of comments all the time but the only person who says something to me about them is my best friend and it means a lot.

^^ Prompt above from @ohthestarsinhereyes

She knows Maggie doesn’t know how to take compliments.

I think you’re a great cop.

You getting soft on me?

All Alex’s questions about how she could possibly not like Maggie, what an amazing woman she is.

Those lowered eyes, the storms that rage in them when she finally does look back up, when she finally does do that thing with her mouth and stare up at Alex in shuttered disbelief, barely concealed shock.

The first time Alex calls her beautiful (to her face, anyway), and Maggie just kisses her, kisses her, kisses her so she doesn’t have to respond, kisses her so she doesn’t have to let Alex see that she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, with her eyes, with her heart.

Sometimes it’s more subtle than others.

When Adrian thanks her for being so amazing with him and all his friends, and Maggie just shakes her head with a small, unreadable smile and puts him in a gentle headlock and kisses his short-cropped hair.

When James comments off-hand that Alex is really lucky to have her, that they’re all lucky she’s becoming part of their family, something flashes behind her eyes and something tenses in her shoulders and even though she smiles, she makes sure that everyone knows that she’s the lucky one to be with Alex, not the other way around.

When she walks in on Kara gushing to J’onn about how amazing her cooking is, how much she makes Alex light up at game night, she pretends she doesn’t hear it, pretends so she doesn’t have to accept the praise, accept the love, accept the appreciation.

Alex knows Maggie isn’t good at taking compliments.

She also knows that she’s getting better, slowly, slowly.

The first day she calls Maggie brilliant and Maggie doesn’t flinch, Alex’s heart swells with pride.

But it’s not all linear progress, and sometimes it’s not just about not being able to take compliments.

Sometimes, it’s about spewing venom about herself.

And Alex is willing to be patient with Maggie learning how to accept praise.

But hearing Maggie talk about herself like… that? No no no. Alex will have none of that.

So when they’re at the bar and Alex is making Winn and James laugh with a story about how some woman had tried to pick her up and Alex had had to explain that she’s already taken, she feels Maggie melt and she hears her when she mutters something about Don’t want to limit your opportunities, Danvers, she could probably give you a lot better than I ever could anyway, Alex is cutting off her story and James and Winn are confused because they didn’t hear Maggie, but Alex did, and Alex won’t have it.

“Maggie Sawyer, being with you is freedom, not limiting. And you… no one can give me better, give me more, than what you do. You’re perfect for me, Maggie: you said it, we’re right for each other. No stupid story about some girl who I couldn’t see anyway because I was too busy thinking about you is ever gonna change that.”

James smiles softly and Winn awws and Maggie doesn’t know what to do other than kiss Alex, so she does, because no one’s ever stood up to her for the sake of herself before.

And when they’re laying at home and Maggie is giving Alex a backrub and her phone chimes and she curses because it’s work and Ugh, you don’t deserve this, Danvers, you deserve someone who can stay and give you everything you want, I’m sorry, you deserve so much better, Alex just straight-up cuts her off.

“No, you know what, Maggie, you’re right. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve someone as dedicated and committed and passionate as you are, but I sure as hell am dedicated and committed and passionate to living up to the honor of being your girlfriend. I’m not going anywhere, Mags; when you get home we can both get backrubs, how about that?”

Maggie gulps and she nods and she blinks down tears and her heart races because someone this beautiful, someone this perfect, is fighting, not with her, but for her.

And when they’re at dinner and Maggie is – finally – telling her a story about her father, she interrupts herself, because you know what, it’s whatever, I’m sorry, you didn’t sign up for listening to a grown woman whine about decade-old bullshit that she probably deserved anyway, Alex bristles, and Alex shakes her head firmly, and Alex refuses to let it slide.

“You’re right Maggie, I didn’t. But I did sign up to be here for a beautiful, strong, incredible woman who’s giving me an amazing gift by trusting me enough to share pieces of absolutely undeserved abuse she’s been tough enough and kind enough and brave enough to survive.”

Maggie blinks and Maggie reaches for Alex’s hand across the table and holds onto it like it’s her lifeline, like it’s her reminder, her proof, that she can be loved, that she deserves to be loved, that she is worthy of this beautiful woman who’s all dressed up for her and dedicated to loving her just right.

Because she can, and she does, and she is.

Hello, Neighbor

Request:: the reader moves into Reid’s apartment and he sees her unpacking and thinks she is really cute and stuff and the next day he talks to Morgan about her but Morgan doesn’t believe the reader is real and then the reader walks into the BAU as he says that and is new to the team???!!?!

A/N: I got two request for something like this, it was clarified Spencer and Reader only live in like the same building and he did not know that they would work together. Kind of smutty, not smutty, who smutty knows, I just couldn’t write it all I’m sorry ya’ll. I hope you guys like it <3

@xxx-its-like-im-sleepwalking-xxx @arizonalovesher @sithlordalice @iwillgettheendingright 

Originally posted by smol-bean-reid


Spencer stood by in the mail room giving the two men with a couch a head start up stairs. The apartment across from him had been a revolving door of tenants and another one was moving in today. After a couple of minutes he headed up stairs, pausing when he saw a young woman directing the two men where to place the couch. 

He knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but what he was doing was gawking with his mouth wide open, this girl was gorgeous. She looked up to see Spencer standing across the way, she waved as Spencer walked into his apartment. 

“Good first impression” he thought to him self. 

Spencer was startled when he heard a knock on the door, it was 11 at night, no one had called, he couldn’t think of a single person who would be in front of his door. He looked through the peep hole and immediately opened the door, it was you. 

“Hello, neighbor! My name is Y/N, what’s your name” you said holding you hand out for a handshake, Spencer looked at your hand and then back at you, “I don’t do hand shakes” Spencer spat out. 

“Okay, I’ve never heard of someone names ‘I don’t do handshakes’ but first time for everything” you said smiling. 

Spencer realized what he had just said, “Spencer, my name is Spencer, and I don’t like shaking hands, germs.” 

“Makes sense, well Spencer, would you be a kind neighbor and let me borrow some sugar?” 

“Let you borrow sugar, as in you’re going to return it?” 

“Yeah I’ll return it, sure, I just need coffee, and I can’t have coffee without sugar because I love sugar” you said rambling “Coffee it’s 11 at night and you’re drinking coffee” Spencer said laughing. 

“Living on the wild side over here, it’s been a long day and coffee always makes things better” 

“I agree, I’ll get the sugar” 

Spencer handed you an opened bag of sugar, “That’s a generous amount of sugar, did you want some coffee, I made enough” you said with a smile on you face. “Sure” Spencer said closing the door behind him. 

“I’m sorry for the mess” 

“Don’t be you just moved in” your apartment was identical to his, you had boxes piled up in the living room, and some in your bedroom. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off you as you prepared the two cups of coffee. 

“So you drink coffee when you’re stressed” he asked jokingly. 

“Amongst other things said” you said with a mischievous smile. You couldn’t deny how handsome he was, his hazel eyes never looking away from yours. You skipped the small talk and went straight for the question you wanted an answer to most, “Are you single Spencer” you watched his eyes for a response. 

“Yes, I am” he said shyly. “I saw the way the way you we’re looking at me earlier” 

“What?” his cheeks turned red embarrassed that you had noticed. 

“It’s fine, I was looking too there’s nothing to be embarrassed about?” 

“What are you saying” he said confused. 

“I am saying you’re really attractive, and I think you find me attractive” 

“And” 

“And I think we should be talking a lot less” Your lips met his feverishly, his hands wrapped around your waist, making their way down to your hips and firmly grabbing your ass. You could feel him as he began to take control of you, taking off your shirt and bra, you began unknotting his purple shirt. 

His hands grabbed yours tightly and he held them behind your back, “What’s the rush” he said as he began to kiss your neck. There was no rush, this was exactly what you needed right now. 

You both stubbled to your bed, leaving a trail of Spencer’s clothes behind. His lips never left yours, he stopped for a second, his hands holding on to your underwear “I don’t do this often” 

“Having sex with your new neighbors or sex in general?” 

“Both” he answered honestly. 


Spencer walked into the office looking sleep deprived, “Did the books keep you up last night pretty boy” Morgan said with a grin on his face. 

“No actually, I stayed up late with someone” Spencer said with a goofy smile on his face. “Pretty boy, staying up late with a lady friend, please Reid we all know you read more books and you should’ve” 

Spencer was used to Morgans comments by now but today he felt the need to fight back, “There weren’t any books involved, just my neighbor, and her bed” 

Morgan let out a laugh the words coming from Spencer’s mouth sounded ridiculous. “Stop it Reid, there’s no need to lie man, do you read all you want man” 

“I wasn’t reading I was with Y/N her name is Y/N, she just moved to town” 

“Right, right we’ll go with that” 

Hotch walked in with someone new, new to everyone else but Spencer. His eyes widened as Hotch walked up to him and Morgan. “Morgan, Reid this is Y/N, she’ll be starting with us today, we have a case, wheels up and 20″ he said leaving the three alone. 

Morgan glanced between the two very shocked faces, “Hello, neighbor” you said with a smile on your face. Morgans jaw dropped to the ground, “Is this real life?”

anonymous asked:

Have you ever experienced that someone hurt you really bad but your close friends are still good friends with this person? Although I know it's not right, I feel betrayed by them since I'm suffering pretty bad from what this person did to me. How can they keep being friends with someone who does such things?

Yes, I have experienced that situation, unfortunately.

I think that the friends who remain friends with the person who hurt you either don’t realize just how badly this person treated you, or they don’t care. At the end of the day those are really the only two options. It’s a difficult situation to face and I’m sorry that you’ve found yourself in it because I know firsthand that it sucks, especially when you’d probably rather forget this person exists at all and just move on.

My advice is to communicate with your friends. It’s possible that they aren’t aware of the damage this person did. This is a hard conversation to have, and the outcome may not be what you want it to be. Sometimes people choose to ignore these things because it makes life easier fro them and it makes them feel less guilty. But my advice would be to talk to your friends and explain how you feel. Hopefully they’ll understand and if they don’t cut this person out of their lives, then they’ll at least have the decency to keep them out of yours.

Good luck, and hope this helps x

anonymous asked:

The only reason I'm skeptical about Amelia being pregnant is, wouldn't she have noticed by now? Yes she took a negative pregnancy test but she's a doctor and must know false negatives can happen. She was so so sure she was pregnant after being only like 1-2 days late. Wouldn't she have figured it out by now? Idk. Maybe it's just poor writing but it seems like a big oversight. What do you think?

You are absolutely right and I have too thought about all of that. But here is the thing, I believe that between 13x05 and 13x14 it hasn’t been too much time.

It might feel a lot of time has passed because of the storylines with Minnick and Webber and the long hiatus but when we see Owen knocking on Meredith’s door looking for Amelia on 13x11, it’s been only a day since she took off. And between there and then it has only been days, weeks tops. She is still on work leave, I doubt she could be absent from work for more than a few days without raising questions and I doubt that Owen would be patiently waiting for much longer. So that could justify Amelia still not finding out. Also a lot of women experience small bleeds in their first months of pregnancy so Amelia wouldn’t be suspicious (remember that we’re talking about the same person who’s only found out about first pregnancy after what? 20 weeks? 😂😂😂😂).7

There is also the possibility that Amelia is pregnant and already knows but is so horrified at the notion of something being wrong that she completely froze and has no idea how to deal with it, therefore she is ignoring everything and everybody in complete denial. Telling anyone would mean having to confirm, get scans, etc. Personally, I wouldn’t bet on this one but it is a possibility too.

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about the Bughead thing? (for mun)

i honestly had no opinion about them until few days ago. but thanks to some videos on youtube and thanks to one person especially *wiggles eyebrows at they know who* i ship them. and i regret nothing. i think they might and will be an interesting thing if only played out well. you see, i am only watching the show so all my opinion goes for the bughead we know from riverdale and not from comics. i don’t know if i would have shipped them in the comics. but in the show it is very likely to become a thing and i see it going the right path. so i am most definitely looking forward to their interactions more and see if it gives me any more feels, and makes it even better. 

(i am a shipping whore, btw, i ship everyone with everyone on that show, so ya know. but yep, i am sailing that bughead ship.)

travel-in-a-dream  asked:

Hi! I LOVE your handwriting! First of all do you have a YouTube channel? And can you post your alphabet? Is amazing! 😍🖋

Hi! And thank you!! My YouTube channel is right here, I only have one video at the moment, but my next one should be going up in just a few days! I have two alphabets, right here and here, and I’m thinking about doing another one soon.

nightowlss  asked:

Yes! Yesssss, I wholeheartedly agree, I read the tags and think you should 100% write some rainy day smut for one of the boys~ I'm sure not only I would be all for it~ ☆

I’m thinking right now about what to do for it. I’ve got a vague idea but it needs a little more cookin’ time.

anonymous asked:

I got a feeling that they want 'Harry The Rockstar' so this article kinda fuelled their dreams? Also solo stans calling themselves holo' is such an embarrassment lmaooo.

from what i’ve come to know about them they want the image of harry the rockstar but the music of harry the popstar. but that could only be my impression. the bowie and queen comparisons are.. wow, their music was quite out of the box, don’t you think? like way out of the box. they shaped today’s musical landscape because of their uniqueness. it’s not something you hear on the radio these days when there’s all this fast-paced pop music to consume. i’m massively excited by these comparisons (if they hold true) because it’s the sound i expect him to want to pursue but i also think a lot of people will be disappointed because they projected something onto him.

anonymous asked:

do you think any other of the agency members try to do the 'i'll give you praise' thing to ranpo to convince him to do things?

I think some have tried, with varying degrees of success. Although, I think the reason it works so well for Fukuzawa, is because Ranpo has a different form of respect for him than he does with the others, [Given all that Fukuzawa did for Ranpo the day they met, for someone who was otherwise a stranger, really, it’s not hard to see where that respect came from.], and that respect is in the form of a father figure and/or mentor.

I think the only person who may motivate Ranpo to work in a simpler way is Dazai, as he has no qualms with working beside Dazai during the Guild Arc, and they both have a mutual respect for one another where they see themselves on equal, or close to equal, footing in terms of intelligence and skill. Dazai also finds Ranpo to be genuinely intelligent in a manner close to Fukuzawa, who recognizes his skills beyond his “ability”.

Overall, I’d say that, while it isn’t going as far as saying, “I’ll give you praise.”, seeing Dazai working diligently may spark Ranpo’s interest in working as well. This is just my opinion on the subject though.

anonymous asked:

Ever think about coming up with a name for the fans of your work? If not, may I suggest you do so? I know I can't be the only one who would just utterly enjoy this

Yknow in light of the grouchy assholes from earlier, I wanted to bring up some Old School grouchy assholes and jokingly suggest The Hive. Lol (y'all remember THAT drama?)

But no, I haven’t really ever thought about it. I just call em OQers.


Althooooooo back in the day, I did used to refer to the folks who sent me messages about “after dark” type things as my Dirty Birdies. Hehe I guess that’s the closest. I don’t hear much from the dirty birdies anymore, but to be fair I don’t do Allison After Dark anymore and I haven’t let my main OQ fuck for two years so I think they’re starved for things to talk about. Lol

(1/3) “I was nineteen. She was sixteen. Our dates were normally on Sunday. We didn’t do much of anything. We were conservative. I was a farmer. We weren’t those swinging type people. But every date was a little more cuddly. Then she took me to her senior prom. It was just ten miles from here—in Richmond. I was the only one there without a tuxedo. All those city folks didn’t know what to make of me. I can’t tell you when we fell in love. I can’t even tell you when I asked her to marry me. It was just natural. I think we were just sitting in the car and I gave her the ring. I don’t have many big moments to share. We were simple people. They were all happy days.”

Happy N7 Day! 

I sketched this a couple months ago I think, but decided to finish it today since I didn’t really have any art planned for N7 day. I’m pretty happy with how it looks <3

You can get a limited edition 8x10 signed and numbered print of it here, I’ll only be doing a small run of 15 of them, though you can get unlimited 5x7 prints here as well! I still have a couple of last year’s N7 day foil prints available too! 

For the occasion I have free standard shipping on all Mass Effect prints on Etsy until November 9th, 2016! That includes the limited edition 8x10s ;)

Just wanted to point out some banter with Varric and Solas

Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok?
Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves?
Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.
Varric: I can think of worse lives.
Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight?
Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice.
Solas: So it seems.

And 

Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?
Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean.
Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway?
Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire.
Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad.
Varric: Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.
Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.
Varric: Oh I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.
Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back?
Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.
Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?
Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right?
Solas: Yes.
Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.
Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever.
Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.
Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

I told you once that I didn’t think love exists, you told me that one day you’d show me what love felt like.

It was only after you left that I decided that love had to be real, because all I remember is pain, pure fucking pain and It hurt too much to be anything but love.

When you told me you’d show me what love felt like; I didn’t think you meant like this.

You’re in my arms and all the world is calm. The music playing on for only two.

A very rushed drawing for soriku day because to day was busy, but I desperately wanted to put something out today. I won’t let something as frivolous as an occupation get in the way of soriku day. nope.

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Lauren Cohan photographed by James White for Health Magazine

‘ Somebody said to me the other day, “If this moment isn’t the best moment of your life, you’re doing something wrong.” And I think about that all the time. Because me not liking where I’m at is such a waste of energy. And being able to be there for others is only coming from self-acceptance. You have to do what makes you feel good, but for me it has to come from that spiritual side first. ‘

You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.


I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,


I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.


I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.


I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,


I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.


And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 


And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?


And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running
away,


You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.