A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.
Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.
Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.
I know it hasn’t really been a minute since I’ve been posting like left and right this last month or so, but I’ve been getting a lot of notes and emails and all sorts of stuff so I figured I’d just throw down some quick updoots to get you all in the know (or at least my version of the know, we’ll figure that part out later)
FIRST OFF I want to thank every one of you out there who’s supported my art either through your likes, reblogs/retweets, and even Patreon support (which has gotten up to $200 a month wow!!) It’s only been like what, a year since I started posting art to the furry fandom and it’s been just a heck of a ride the entire way. Like I nearly went from 400 followers about a year ago to literally almost 7 THOUSAND FOLLOWERS???
If you had asked me if any of this was possible on my end about a year ago, frankly I’d tell you it was just a far off fantasy. BUT JOKES ON PAST ME BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME CRY IRL EVERY DAY. SO JUST THANKS. WOW. I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!
(and if you’ve been one of those people behind the scenes pushing my butt in the right direction, I love you just that much more. you all know who you are uwu)
SO AS YOU’VE PROBABLY NOTICED I’ve been doing a butt ton of art (specifically commissions!) very recently, and it’s been a heck of a refreshing change for me to just do some quick lil animated bits and layout stuff ! But the real world is scary and wants money so i’m also on the hunt for a more permanent job situation while I manage some of these upcoming projects and commissions. I will say definitively I’ll be closing off commissions for the upcoming month (but I’ll get to that in a sec)
The big one being my Chuck and Deen reboot, which is now officially going under the name HOW I LEFT TOWN (AND GOT LOST FOREVER)
The comics going under a serious overhaul in terms of tone, style and writing, but you’ll be seeing a return of all your fav characters in something I’m hoping will reflect a lot of the themes my artworks been giving off this last year. It’ll be dramatic, it’ll be super gay, and it’ll have lots of spooks! So here’s hoping I can deliver something special when I find the time to get posting.
The elephant in the room for me atm is my unfinished senior film that’s been sitting in limbo since I graduated from SVA. It’s literally just waiting to be finished (after some technical issues regarding time and coordination) and tbh it’s just a load of demo reel/portfolio material waiting to be unbenched, so I’ve decided to make that my first priority before my next big contract this coming month. I’m hoping I’ll have a good film to show for and finally a finished project under my belt by the beginning of July, so cheer along and look forward to some dumb teen comedy about vampires and terrible pizza!!
From there, I can definitely see myself dedicating my free time to making progress on my new comic and just tons more of the same kind of stuff you’ve been seeing me post recently. Here’s hoping I can pay back all the kindness and love I’ve received this last year uwu
TL;DR Need to finish my student film before I get rolling on the new Chuck and Deen to get them sick career opportunities. Commissions are kind of closed. I love all of you. Deuces.
Hey, can you write a peter x reader where the reader is best friends
with peter and has a crush on him. Then peter finds out that she is a
fanfic writer that writes about spiderman?(the reader doesn’t know that
peter is spiderman). Love your writings by the way!! thankss
A/N: i actually managed to make this one 1000 words. And honestly I’m exhausted after writing this xD. Also this one is the reader’s POV, And I don’t usually do that, so I was just letting you know.
One day I’ll become known for using unrelated gifs.
‘I smiled as Spider-man loosened his grip on my waist, setting me down on the grass.
“How was that?” He asked me, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fantastic,” I replied, “It was fantastic,”
Spider-man had asked me if I wanted to go for a swing with him, he was trying out new settings and things for his web shooters.’
“Y/N! It’s time for dinner!” My mom called for me from the kitchen.
“One sec!” I called back to her, as I saved a draft for my new fanfic. How was it possible I had gained almost four thousand new followers in the past week!? I cleared my throat as I rushed into the kitchen.
“What have you been up to?” My mother asked curiously, handing me a dinner plate.
“Probably more of her writing.” My brother interrupted.
“So?” I asked him, shoving a piece of salad into my mouth. He stuck his tongue out and I rolled my eyes. “So, I like to write, it’s not hurting anyone.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, but it’s allllllllll You do!”
“Alright you two.” My mom sat down at the table. “Y/N? You don’t have any plans for tomorrow do you?” She changed the subject.
“Well, I have a big project tomorrow. I was thinking about going over to Peter’s.”
“Oh! Well, why don’t you invite him here?” She asked excitedly. “I have some friends coming over that I want you to meet. If you could invite Peter over here, I could introduce you, then you could go work on your project. He’s always welcome.” She added.
“Yeah, Cause He’s Y/N’s boyfriend.” My brother teased.
“Is not!” I defended myself, trying to cover up the blush that had spread across my cheeks. “I’m sure that’s fine mom. I’ll text him after dinner.”
She gave me a nod.
I pointed a finger at my brother “And he is not my boyfriend.” I said. Even though that’s exactly what I wanted him to be.
But that didn’t matter, ‘because he doesn’t like me anyway’ I told myself as I tapped my fingers against the table.
“I’m uh, actually not very hungry right now.. Do you mind?” I asked anxiously, nodding my head toward my room.
“Go ahead.” My mom shrugged.
The thought of Peter never liking my had really dulled my appetite.
*Hey, my mom wants you to come here for some reason. Is that cool?*
I texted Peter once I had made it to my room.
*Yeah, That’s fine!* He responded within two seconds.
I smiled to myself and brought out my laptop.
'he was trying out new settings and things for his web shooters.’
I read through the most recent line of my fanfic before realizing I had barely even started, and had promised it would be out by the next morning. 'This is going to be a long night,’ I thought to myself. . Other than my family, nobody else knew about my fanfic writing. I was just afraid people would judge me for it, and think that I was weird. So i kept it to myself. But I made one mistake; Leaving my laptop open.
The day had been relatively normal, it wasn’t until I was about to go home when things got weird. Somehow, I got caught up with a group of trouble making kids, who thought it was a good idea to sneak out during lunch. I was still at school, in the middle of a long lecture from my principle when Peter arrived at my house.
“Peter!” My mother greeted him with a hug. “Y/N’s not home yet, but I suppose she’ll be here any moment. Why don’t you go upstairs.” She ushered Peter away, and into my room.
Peter hadn’t planned on snooping, but I guess when he saw my opened laptop he just couldn’t help himself. I couldn’t blame him, I’d be curious too.
“-'Suddenly he took me by the hand and kissed me’?” Peter read aloud. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, examining the article closely.
He soon realized what my paper was; But he thought it was cool.
He had read through the whole thing by the time I got home.
“Y/N! Peter’s in your room, I just sent him up there a few minutes ago.”
My eyes widened. In my room!? Why couldn’t I have just remembered to turn off my computer?
I was walking briskly toward my room. 'Almost there’ I thought. But suddenly, before I could reach my doorknob, someone grabbed my arm.
“Hi!” I greeted. What I wanted to say was 'Who the heck are you?’ But I kept that to myself.
“I haven’t seen you since you were just a toddler!”
“Well, I’d love to talk, but I don’t exactly have time right now.”
“Oh, it will only be a moment. I just wanted to introduce you to someone else.”
I rolled my eyes as I was dragged back down the way I came.
I scratched my neck as a group of my mom’s friends began to gush over how 'grown up’ and 'pretty’ I was now,
I was never good with compliments.
“I actually have a guest waiting for me upstairs.” I shuffled on my feet.
“Her boyfriend,” My brother exaggerated.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I huffed one last time before running back up the stairs.
I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind myself.\
“Great.” I muttered when I saw Peter leaning over my desk. “You probably think I’m some weirdo that’s obsessed with Spider-man now.”
“Actually, that was really good.” He said with his eyebrows raised.
“Really?” I blushed.
“Y-yeah. It was.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Th-thanks.” I smiled shyly.
“Spider-man’s really cool.” Peter said. He couldn’t help but congratulate himself.
“Yeah, he his.” I agreed, sitting on my bed. “Hey, uh, do you want to get out of here before a bunch more of my mom’s friends come in and start bombarding us with questions?” I asked him.
“Sure,” He smiled sweetly. He walked over to my bedroom window and push it open.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work.” I laughed nervously.
Secret of These Hands Ch. 1 (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Hello babes! Ahhhh I’m almost at my first thousand followers and I’m literally about to freak out because I never thought I would ever get here. This is insane!! I just want to thank you all for getting me here because without an amazing audience like you, I honestly don’t know what I’d be doing with my life. Anyways, here’s the first official chapter of “Secret of These Hands”. Enjoy! xx
Description:You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be.
One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?
You stared at the departure board, your eyes scanning over each destination. There were endless possibilities of where you could go, but all you knew was that you wanted to get away from this place. The Seattle was bustling with people and every once in a while someone would brush past you, knocking you in the shoulder or getting you off balance. The close proximity of the people around you made you antsy about your hands, even though they were gloved. Knowing that you could accidentally go through someone’s lifetime always put you on edge, even with the gloves on.
As you scanned the board, you eyes landed on a particular city. New Orleans. It was all the way across the country, it was culturally enriching, and it would be hard for anybody to track you down. Well, at least you hoped. You shoved your hand into your back pocket, feeling the wad of cash that was supposed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Ever since you were thirteen, you had been stashing away your allowance for this. That had been the year you decided that you were going to get the hell out of your life. That life was your old life now; you were about to begin a new one. One where nobody knew who you were, knew what you could do. You could start fresh.
The lady at the airline reception desk eyed you suspiciously when you asked for one ticket to New Orleans in the middle of the night, all by yourself, with a whole stack of bills. She had good reason to be, but you were honest.
“I hate to bug you hun, but this doesn’t seem too right. It’s two o’clock in the morning, you’re alone, you got a whole lot of cash, and you want a one way ticket to Louisiana. I don’t have to call security, do I?” She was trying to be sincere, but she couldn’t help raising her eyebrow at you.
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I’m going to be honest with you. I literally just turned eighteen two hours ago, and my family basically wants to disown me, so for the past five years I’ve been saving up money to leave. This is my way out. I’m totally legal and I didn’t acquire this money illegally.” You chuckled nervously. You literally just confessed your life story to a complete stranger. “The only thing I am doing is running away from this life, so that’s what I’d like to do, if you don’t mind.” You gave her a small smile, and she responded with a slow nod, letting her fingers type furiously on her computer. You heard the sound of a printer, and she handed you your ticket.
“Try the beignets at City House Square on 5th, you’ll fall in love.” She smiled sweetly at you, and giving you a wink.
“I will, and thank you.” You turned away towards the terminal, shifting your bag on your shoulder. You whispered to yourself. “A new beginning is just what I need.”
The hallways were packed with people surprisingly and you weaved in out and of them, trying to find your gate. Of course, it was the last one all the way at the other end of the airport. When you finally saw the screen with your departure information, you plopped yourself down on a chair, and pulled out your headphones. Suddenly, all the outside noise was droned out by one of your favorite songs on a playlist of yours. You checked the time. You still had forty-five more minutes till boarding.
The time seemed to whiz by. The plane parked, the people got off, you got in line, and now you were giving the man your ticket.
“Thank you.” You gave him a slight nod and made your way down the ramp to the plane. The deep sigh that came out of you relaxed your muscles and you felt like the world had just been lifted off of your shoulders. You found your seat in the middle of the plane, next to the window. A small smile came across your face as you looked up out the window, watching the stars.
The plane wasn’t nearly filled to capacity. You guessed that not many people took spontaneous trips to New Orleans at three in the morning. The pilot spoke over the intercom, telling you the flying the conditions and the estimated time of arrival. As the lights inside the cabin dimmed, the hum of the engine began to lull you to sleep. The soft music in your ears drowned out the violent take off, letting you relax in your seat, and lean your head against the window.
All you could think about was that there was nobody binding you anymore, no old life you had to hold onto anymore. You were free, you could explore, and there was nobody around you that had anything against you.
The last thought that ran through your mind before you fell asleep was echoed softly through your head.
It’s only me and a new life ahead of me.
I know it’s short, but I’m trying to get it to build. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day! I’ll have two new chapter tomorrow, and maybe a one shot depending on how things go when I write tonight. I love you all, xoxo
Although I have a lot of followers, I have a really good memory for people. If you sent me a sweet message, if you added a cool comment to one of my posts, or if you just reblog my stuff all the time, I probably remember your face/avatar/url and smile to myself every time I see you in my activity tab.
The great day has arrived! It is Algy’s 5th Tumblr Birthday.
Algy’s surprisingly fluffy 5th birthday party will start at midday, over on his sideblog@lovefromalgy
It is YOU, Algy’s wonderful Tumblr friends and followers, who have made these five years of Algy’s adventures possible, and YOU who have kept Algy going through good times and bad. Thank you all so very much!
A HUGE THANK YOU to all the thousands of almost-invisible followers who Algy does not really know but who see his posts and leave notes from time to time…
And a VERY SPECIAL HUGE THANK YOU to those hundreds of amazing friends and followers who Algy has come to know and love over the past five years - who frequently “like” Algy’s posts, leave kind comments, and send Algy messages.
Algy loves you all and sends you all lots of surprisingly fluffy birthday hugs, and hopes that you will be able to join in his birthday celebrations xoxo
To take part in Algy’s birthday party on @lovefromalgy, submit one or more images, or post on your own blog and send Algy a link (your own original work, please). If you post on your own blog, please be sure to let Algy know, as the Tumblr notification system for being mentioned on another blog doesn’t work…
And of course come along to @lovefromalgy and enjoy the fun whenever you can. This very special party is likely to run on into the night here in Scotland (GMT).
To celebrate, Algy is also running a small retrospective of his 5 years of amazing adventures, on his main blog @adventuresofalgy. This was originally planned for just two days, but Algy has now decided to spread it over 5 days - one day for each year :)
Request: lol nope… I only have 87 to get through so why not do one that isn’t one of them, great idea.
A/N: Happy New Year!!!! It just hit midnight and here I am developing a Fred Weasley Imagine idea, and it is a bit stupid but I hope you like it!
Squicks: Look, it’s not a smut because I have morals and all that, but it is a bit… suggestive? And there’s v minimal swearing, spoiler alert it’s the word shit you’ll be fine
You were staying at The Burrow for the break over the two week period for Christmas and New Year.
It was early on New Year’s Day, and Molly wanted to stock up on school supplies early before the shops became too busy, so she rounded up Ron, Hermione, Harry, George and Ginny to head down to Diagon Alley, leaving you and Fred in the burrow alone.
You were sitting on your boyfriend’s bed reading your book, while Fred was throwing things into his trunk for when school started back shortly.
“You know Y/n….” Fred began, “we’re finally alone now…”
You looked up from your book, returning Fred’s smile,
“Well that’s observant of you, new year new you I see,”
“Well my dear yes now that you remind me, it is the new year, and I do believe we ought to be celebrating…” Fred says flirtily as he joins you on his bed sitting opposite you.
“Oh Fred that’s a wonderful idea! What is it exactly that you had in mind?” you ask, trying to play as oblivious as possible,
“I think you know very much what I had in mind, Y/n”.
“As a matter of fact I think I do know what you had in mind actually!” you say happily, “But Fred… we can’t, can we,”
“No, I do believe you are absolutely right,” Fred agrees nodding his head, “We have our clothes on”.
“Yes, we do, and we can’t have our type of celebrations with our clothes on now can we?” you say thoughtfully as Fred slides your shirt up over your head,
“No Y/n you’re absolutely right, clothes just simply can’t happen, I won’t allow it,” He continues, puling at the waistband of your sweatpants.
“I don’t know what we can do… we can’t celebrate while wearing clothes, yet here we are wearing clothes!” You were now sitting on his bed in nothing but your lingerie, still pretending to be totally oblivious to the fact,
“I’m afraid there’s not much that can be done in this situation, my love,” Fred says as he pulls his arms out of his sleeves,
“No Fred, I do believe you’re right,” you say sadly as Fred drops his shirt to the floor, “There isn’t much we can do while we have clothes on our bodies,”
“New Year only comes around once a year, because otherwise it wouldn’t be a new year,” Fred unzips his jeans and pulls them off, “so this would have really been our only opportunity to celebrate…”
“Yes, it was wasn’t it,” you sigh in agreement as Fred climbs on top of you, gently pushing you down so that you are lying on the bed, “it’s a shame, I was looking forward to welcoming the New Year in our special way, it’s become a tradition…”
“It has indeed,” Fred nods, “A tradition that will have been lost, and all because we’re wearing clothes”.
You let out a loud gasp of shock, “Fred!”
Fred copies your gasp with just as much enthusiasm, “What?!”
“Would you look at that… Our clothes are gone!” you say, looking down at the two of your almost naked bodies,
“My God Y/n, you’re absolutely right!”
“Oh Freddie, you know what this means, don’t you?”
“Mmm yes I do think I know what this means…” Fred says as he leans down to kiss you.
You wrap your hands in his hair, as he kisses you and his arm wraps around your waist.
As things began to get heated, the door slams open,
“Guys have you seen my— SHIT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
George had walked into the room to see the two of you in a very compromising position,
“OH MERLIN— GEORGE HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!” Fred shouts as he hastily grabs the doona to cover you with, as you try to hide yourself from embarrassment,
“Fred if you’ve forgotten we sHARE THE SAME BLOODY ROOM—“
“YOU WERE MEANT TO HAVE GONE WITH MUM AND THAT LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO!”
“I FORGOT MY COAT FRED I’M ONLY HUMAN!”
“Alright alright alright fine you’ve got your coat now shoo!” Fred says as he spins his brother around on the spot and begins to push him out the door,”
“Fred’s a lucky man, Y/n!” George shouts once he was out the door, to which Fred said something angrily that you can’t quite make out.
Fred waits, leaning on the wooden doorframe with his arms crossed, until he is sure that George and the others have all walked out the door, before shutting his own and crawling back on top of you.
“Let me just… Yep,” Fred says as he lifts the covers to see you, “Still undressed, so I’m hoping the celebrations are still ago?”
You giggle, “Yes, I believe they are. Where were we…?”
A/N: Happy New Year everyone! As oppose to popular meme related opinions, I thought 2016 was a really great year, I daresay the best one I’ve had so far! Thanks for being such tremendously supportive followers, I never imagine that this lil blog would get to almost 11 and a half thousand followers! Thank you all so very much, and remember to stay safe and party hard tonight kiddos! ♥
I’m thinking of moving to Instagram for privacy purposes. i have almost three thousand followers and I’m paranoid about outing myself but i would love to share more personal stories and images with real other babies in the bowl on instagram. if i could make my tumblr private that would be so perfect.