and i'm really sorry if i forgot you

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[Quick update]

Hey guys! Really sorry for the lack of new comics - I’ve been hella busy lately. My schedule is a bit all over the place right now, but I promise that I’ll do my best to post at least once a week! 

Hope you all have a lovely weekend!

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your blog! I know the fandom is split and dying (sorry) after the last season of Sherlock, but I'm still really into it, and I am wondering if you can recommend other Sherlock blogs or blogs that make Sherlock edits, caps, gifs, etc? I have no CW issues. Thanks!

aww thank you :) well, believe it or not I don’t check my dash all that much, so here are just a bunch of peeps I follow who post regular sherlock content, both reblogged and original. I’m bad at this so if I haven’t included you, let me know and I’ll add you. 

@billpottz @love-in-mind-palace @221booksinthetardis @thelostsmiles @billpottz @violincameos @sherlockscotts @rominatrix @sherlock @billpottz @sherlockbbcgifs @watsonshoneybee @hudders-and-hiddles @billpottz @halloawhatisthis @bbcbluebell @shrlckholmes @88thparallel @billpottz @starfleetholmes @pearsonsjack @qveerholmes @xthismeanswar @billpottz @simpleanddestructivechemistry oh yeah @billpottz

if you’re a sherlock blog and/or make sherlock content, add yourself ♥

It’s only been a short time since I remade this blog, but in that time I’ve met heaps of amazing people and interacted with blogs overflowing with love and talent alike. One month later and I hit a milestone I never thought I’d reach so soon, which is truly baffling for me still!!!

Thank you to my followers who chose to stick around and thank you to my mutuals for giving me such a wonderful experience in this journey of loving seven men. This is my first follow forever for you - the mutuals who light up my dash and make me smile. 🌹
If I forgot you I sincerely apologise, do shoot me a msg so I can add you on here!! Hehe :)

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20 August 2017
♬♪ bts - love yourself 3 spring days (remix by ryuseralover)
i’m almost done with my bujo pages so i went hunting for a new bujo and came up with a completely new system (ノ´ з `)ノ i can’t wait to show it to you guys╰(*´︶`*)╯also, it kind of just really dawned on me that there’s less than 4 months to 2018? and my ib bum is really not ready for it .・゚゚・(/ω\)・゚゚・.
| 31/100 days of productivity |
(edit: i’m so sorry i forgot to mention this! but the taegi artwork is by nightmers on tumblr!)

I need to expand my horizons. This is going to be a long list but if you blog about any of the following, I would greatly appreciate if you liked or reblogged this post.

  • Sherlock Holmes (ACD canon, Elementary, Ritchie, Granada, Sherlock)
  • Doctor Who
  • MCU
  • Sanctuary
  • Pushing Daisies
  • Dead Like Me
  • Hannibal
  • Continuum
  • Orphan Black
  • Neverwhere
  • Good Omens
  • Welcome to Night Vale
  • Game of Thrones
  • Cabin Pressure
  • Eragon
  • Murdoch Mysteries
  • In the Flesh
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events
  • AMC Humans
  • AOS Star Trek
  • Star Wars
  • Avatar: The Last Airbender
  • The Legend of Korra
YOU AGAIN ~ part 2

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

GIF is not mine, like always

I’m actually really sad ‘cause someone asked to be tagged in part 2, but I lost their name and I can’t find it anywhere!!! I’m sooo sorry, if you read this send me a message again so I can save it and I will mark you on the next one. I feel terrible now.

So this is part 2 and I hope you all enjoy it. The story is moving pretty slow I guess, but it will be faster the whole reader and Lucifer situation. I’m already drafting the part 3 and hopefully it won’t take too long. Thank you!

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

I’m trying to make a masterlist, but I’m like an old lady here.

words: 2323-ish
paring: Lucifer x Reader (F)
warning: mention of child cancer (?)

You stood next to Detective Decker, who was between you and Lucifer, looking at the monitor with the surveillance video showing the moment you went looking for May. It was the second time you watched the video with both of them.

“So I believe that cleared it, right? Guess this angel didn’t really murder our nurse.” Lucifer said stepping away from the monitor and even further away from you. “You can leave now, dear.”

You were sad to hear him talking like this when a long time ago you both made one of heavens most beautiful couples. But it’s not like you didn’t understand his side, if the tables had been turned you’d be reacting just like him. Probably even worse since he hasn’t tried to hurt you yet. You would deserve it coming from him. Even though many other things happened that day, things that Lucifer had yet to discover, you did leave him.

“Not so fast. We have just a few more questions. Did you see anyone out of the ordinary?” Chloe asked.

“I’m not the best person to ask this. I’ve only been here for a couple of weeks and I’m still not sure who everyone is. Most of the people there are strangers to me. You should ask the nurses and doctors, they’ll be able to help a lot more. Maybe Luke, he used to work with May all the time.”

Chloe wrote something down on her notebook and it felt like forever for her to say something. Lucifer wanted you gone so that is what you wanted to do. Run, but then again, it had been too long and you also wanted to run to him.

“Fine. That’s what we’ll do. Let’s go, Detective!” Lucifer said getting his car keys and walking off.

“Lucifer! One second will you?” Chloe pointed a finger in what you assumed was ‘stay’ as she ran to him.

“What had gotten into you today? Is there a reason you’re in such a hurry?” Chloe asked in a low voice.

“Trust me, Detective, it’s not important right now.” He overlooked at you and you turned your face in the other direction. You were sad and desperate, but you didn’t want to look the part.

“Why won’t you talk to me? Are we really going backwards on this again?” Lucifer didn’t answer. He stared at you and ignored Chloe all together. “Fine. If you don’t want to talk that’s your choice, but I need you 100% in this and not trying to run over everything we do. Got it?” He didn’t answer. “Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his trance and looked a little annoyed at Chloe “Yes, Detective. Now can we go? The killer could be getting away.”

Chloe looked back at where you were sitting and just waved you off.

“We’ll be in touch!” She screamed and Lucifer dragged her out of the precinct.


You were sitting in your small apartment. The little money that you got when you came to earth was enough to get you a basement room in a crumbling building and as crazy as it sounded, it felt like the best place you’ve been in centuries. 

The thin mattres on the floor had one hole and lots of weird stains, it smelled weird too. The floor creaked and snapped as you walked. There was no heat, but you had a blanket. You had 5 change of clothes that you kept folded in a chair. Your small bathroom was shared with other 4 people and they weren’t the most friendly, so you used the bathroom when they were asleep. Still, all of this was just perfect for you.

It was dark. You had no idea what time exactly, but you knew it was late. You’d gotten out of your shower and was ready for sleep, but the cold weather was keeping you awake. Even though it was something you didn’t want to do, you got your wings out and carefully folded yourself in them. Soon after, you were sleeping.

The next morning you woke up before anyone, folded your wings in your back, got ready as fast as you could and made your way back to the Institute.


“We have to get to the institute! Now!” Chloe said bringing Dan and Lucifer behind her.

“What’s the rush?” Lucifer asked while biting into a donut.

“May had a patient that died four days ago. His funeral had been the night before the murder. Luke said the nurse and the father had a big fight, 'cause apparently he thought the doctors and nurses at the institute neglected his sons needs.” Chloe said starting the cars engine.

“So why are we going to the institute? Shouldn’t we be going to his house or his work?” Lucifer asked sucking the powdered sugar off his fingers.

“His wife said he left home earlier than usual and when we called his work they said he called in sick. Never made it there. So our best guess right now is that he’s going to the place where his son died.” Chloe stepped faster on the gas as she spoke. Lucifer was starting to feel a tightness around his chest he didn’t quite understand why. Could he have a heart attack?

“The institute is not picking up.” Dan said from the back seat.

“I’m not an expert, but I do believe that is a bad sign.” Lucifer said noticing how his insides were turning. He never felt so on edge during his time on earth.


You were in a room full of children. They were dancing and laughing and all that just about made your heart blow with happiness. These kids that had been through so much and were still fighting one of the toughest battles out there, and they were here, now, happy. A joy you helped bring out in them. It probably gave you a high that could be compared to drug consequence, but there is no harm into bringing joy to others.

While you were laughing at another kids dance you saw Luke raise from his seat so fast. It would have seemed as though he was finally getting ready to dance if it wasn’t for how serious his face was.

You looked up to find Eric standing in the doorway of the room you had gathered the children. He looked sad. That ultimately made you sad too. All that happiness you felt with the kids had been sucked out of you and all you felt was empty and alone. An echo of a deep emotion coming off of Eric. You had to bring him joy. So that’s what you decided to do.

Looking at a serious Luke you stepped between him and the doorway where Eric was. Luke didn’t seem happy, but he focused on you.

“Stay here with the kids. I’ll deal with him, alright?” You said putting a comforting hand in his arm. He stared into your eyes and he was lost. He would want to do anything you said.

“I can’t let you go with him.”

“Yes you can, and you will. You know I can take care of myself. I’m here to help. It’s what I do.” With your soft confident voice and your sweet and caring eyes. He was done for.

You turned around and made your way to the sad man in front of you, ignoring all the noises of fun behind you. He tensed as you came over and touched his arm. His first reaction was to back away and pull his arm from your reach, but he looked at you. Everything he did just stopped. His eyes met yours with rage and hurt, yours were filled with understanding and even a little sorrow. Just looking into his eyes you knew he was the one to kill your only friend. But you also remembered the day his whole world came crashing down. You were not going to judge, you had to help him even though you felt a small part of you dying as you did it.

“Can you come with me?” You whispered. “I really don’t want to disrupt the children.”

He didn’t move at first. But as soon as you walked by him, he started to follow you.

You walked towards the lounge where you found Mays’ body. You weren’t sure if it was the best idea, but it was the only one you had. There was no place else that popped into your mind.

“I know what you did.” You said as you desperately tried to hold your own sadness at bay.

He didn’t deny it. All he did was sit in a chair by your side and pull out a gun he kept in his lap.

“I can tell you’re hurting. Bad. But you wanna know what? It’s no reason to do this. Your son was very sick and deep down you know it. There was nothing anyone could do.” You slided closer to him “I’m not afraid of you, Eric. I can feel your pain and it is greater than anything a human should endure. So I’m going to help you, okay? Can I touch your hand?”

All Eric could do was look at you and turn his palm up. You didn’t think twice about grabbing his hand.

His eyes grew wide and he smiled. He smiled and he cried. You knew what he was seeing even though it wasn’t right there. You brought back memories of his favorite times with his son and how they were really happy, even if it was for a short period of time. You felt the grief and overwhelming sadness slowly turn into a small part of joy. You smiled. A broken smile. Part of the job was to take away the pain from someone, and while you took someone’s pain for yourself, you gave them joy.


“Where is he?” Chloe asked as she ran inside the building with Dan and Lucifer behind her.

Lucifer saw the room filled with children’s laughter and knew if you’d be somewhere, it’d be there. So he let Chloe and Dan run alone to the front desk and went straight to meet the room with the other kids.

He stopped at the doorway and never found you.

“Hey, you, with the funny scrubs. Where is (y/n)? Is she here?” He half screamed in Luke’s direction.

“She was here a few minutes back. Eric came here and she took him somewhere away from the kids. I didn’t want her to go, but I… I actually don’t know why I let her go.” He said really confused.

Lucifer didn’t waste a minute waiting for anything else. He wasn’t sure where to look for you so he started looking at all the rooms. The tightness in his chest getting tighter and tighter. His breath was hard to grasp, but he couldn’t stop until he found you. Repeating over and over that it wasn’t because of concern, but because of something else entirely different.

One of the last places on the second hall was the lounge and for some reason his legs seemed to stop working. He stood there shaking in his high end suit and as much as he wanted to run, he couldn’t. Until he heard your laugh. It wasn’t the laugh he knew. It was a sad laugh, almost those where you laugh when you actually want to cry.

When he was getting close to the room Chloe and Dan appeared gun at hand.

“Lucifer, get away from the door. The security cameras have him in there.” She said.

“But (y/n)…” he said in a low voice.

“She’s in there with him so just stay out of this and don’t do anything to startle him!”

Chloe stopped at the door frame pointing her gun at where Lucifer could only imagine Eric was standing.

“Eric, I need you to put your hands up above your head and step away from (y/n).”

You looked up startled. This wasn’t suppose to happen. He was just getting better and they interrupted. You looked at Eric, but his smile faded just as fast as if it had never been there.

He let go of your hand and grabbed the gun pointing it at your face.

“What did you do?” He screamed “How did you do that?”

You tried to talk to him, but he was screaming nonsense.

“Please. You know you don’t have to do this.” You tried to reason. Not that you were afraid of the bullet, because the chances of it hurting you were close to none, but he could get hurt. You couldn’t just let a human in pain like that.

Lucifer heard your voice and it was all it took for him to run inside the room. What he saw, even though he knew wouldn’t hurt you, made his blood run cold.

“Detective, leave.” He said with his teeth bared. 

Chloe just looked at him like he was mad and stayed where she was.

“Eric, you know she had nothing to do with his death. Let her go. We can still work this out, okay? Let’s not do anything we regret today.” Dan said backing up Chloe.

“Eric, look at me. Trust me.” You said “This is for your own good.” And that was the last thing you said before the sorrow you felt disappeared from your face and was replaced by the serious face of a warrior. 

You held out your hand and in a matter of seconds you had his gun dropped to the floor, kicked it away from everyone and pushed Eric against the wall. The contact you held onto him was enough for you to pull at his sadness a little more trying to at least take away some of the pain.

Chloe and Dan ran to him and you went to the other side of the room. Lucifer stayed away. He looked at the floor and then the door. You watched him leave and he didn’t look back once.


URL inspired edits [4/?] → @jemcarstoirs & @jemsboner

“Both my parents loved music,” he said abruptly. “My father played the violin, my mother the qin. I chose the violin, though I could have learned either. I regretted it sometimes, for there are melodies of China I cannot play on the violin, that my mother would have liked me to know. She used to tell me the story of Yu Boya, who was a great player of the qin. He had a best friend, a woodcutter named Zhong Ziqi, and he would play for him. They say that when Yu Boya played a song of water, his friend would know immediately that he was describing rushing rivers, and when he played of mountains, Ziqi would see their peaks. And Yu Boya would say, ‘It is because you understand my music.’Jem looked down at his own hand, curled loosely on his knee. “People still use the expression 'zhi yin’ to mean 'close friends’ or 'soul mates,’ but what it really means is 'understanding music.’” He reached up and took her hand. “When I played, you saw what I saw. You understand my music." 

♡fanfiction writers appreciation day!♡

Yes, you probably already know it’s this time of the year again! A day to show your favourite writers that you truly appreciate what they do! Even though i’ll always try to do my best to show some lovin’ to the people creating those little universes where i can escape to when real life tends to, you know, suck. Without further ado, here are some of my personal faves!

@onlylovekpop​ ♡ @xhixtape​ ♡ @gukvory​ ♡ @floralseokjin​ ♡ @jheartseok​ ♡ @tayegi​ ♡ @workofteaguk​ ♡ @roseok​ ♡ @inktae​ ♡ @ricepot-jisung​ ♡ @jungblue​ ♡ @kookingtae​ ♡ @baeseoul​ ♡ @yoongihime​ ♡ @trbld-writer​ ♡ @thules​ ♡ @dailydoseofdia​ ♡ @hobibliophile​ ♡ @btssmutgalore ♡ @versigny​ ♡ @1honeypot​ ♡ @taesthetes​ ♡ @wonhopes​ ♡ @youmakemebacon​ ♡ @jiminniemouse​ ♡ @chimdeer ♡ @infireation​ (i will never get over serial killer tae istg) ♡ @lthyl ♡ @seoulscapes ♡

unfortunately i don’t read as much as i’d want to (and lbh same goes for writing which i hope will change very soon after my last presentation) so this list is relatively short… i also plan to change that!! 

furthermore, a big BIG thank you to all writers who pour their hearts and souls into their writing, or even try to crank out a drabble a day to practice even though you get little to no feedback. Thank you for not giving up, and keep doing what you love. You are just as much appreciated, thank you for selflessly giving to this fandom. You are loved, all of you <3

“Ah hey…sorry I’m back…umm…you forgot your fidget spinner”

 I had a dream again.Not about Victuuri actually but me and someone else (tom hiddelston thanks to thor ragnarok) But I couldn’t get the imagine out of my head so I replaced the guy with Victor.
Okay so…there was a guy(that I replaced with Victor so imagine the guy being Victor I being Yuuri) who was really really nice and popular.I didn’t want to talk directly to him because there were many other girls but he noticed me and we started talking and was nice, cool and fucking cute.But there was a good friend of mine who got really upset because the guy rather talked to me now than to others…that made me feel pretty bad because I had no intention to start something with him, I just thought he was really nice and charming(and also way too popular to get my hopes up I thought).So I tricked him that  he and my friend would be somewhere alone.(it was like watching a movie she attempted to propose to him) 

I then walked to the beach where my family was,(we were in a huge fantasy building btw) but then I saw the guy coming back, (even in clothes) because he really wanted to talk to me more.Geez I swear that made my heart flutter because that somehow made me feel like someone was really interested in me.

Ah yeah and then he said the line above…it was a pokemon fidget spinner, really weird looking

It may sound super cliche but when you actually experience it, it feels like the best feeling in the world.

anonymous asked:


(Okay let me first say AUs in which any of les amis are royalty weird me out since, yknow, monarchy, so let’s assume Enjolras happened to be born the crown prince of Camelot and absolutely hates it and is determined to dissolve the whole notion of a kingdom when he’s supposed to ascend to the throne or something like that)


We all know how the story goes: everyone hates the current king for his ban on magic throughout Camelot. Enter Grantaire, a powerful (though he doesn’t realize it) wizard new to the kingdom who hates the king for the exact same reason, and his son by extension. 

A vengeful witch tries to kill Enjolras. Grantaire saves his life, though he doesn’t understand why at the time. The king makes Grantaire Enjolras’ manservant as a ‘reward’.

They can’t stand each other at first. Grantaire’s never been that well-off, and he’s uncomfortable in a ridiculously lavish place like the castle. He throws snark at Enjolras every time he’s forced to dress him or pull his bath water or whatever. Enjolras, for his part, hates Grantaire’s attitude and snaps back every time he prods, saying things like ‘the size of my bed/stable/army is beyond my control’.

The Great Dragon tells him it’s his destiny to protect Enjolras and stay by his side. ‘Two sides of the same coin’, the Dragon calls them. Grantaire wants to serve Enjolras even less, after that.

Then he starts to notice things. The sparseness of Enjolras’ chambers compared to the other rooms in the castle. Enjolras paying the merchants for far more than their goods cost, then distributing it to the children of the town. His camaraderie with many of Camelot’s knights, yet his disdain towards the ones who talk down on the poor. Arguments that happen between Enjolras and his father behind closed doors while Grantaire stands outside (”No one person should be allowed to decide who lives or dies!” “It’s the way we’ve lived for centuries.” “Then the way we live must be changed. When I become king…”).

Grantaire sees a glimmer of hope through Enjolras. Maybe, just maybe, he’s someone who could change Camelot for the better.

Grantaire stops complaining about having to prepare Enjolras’ breakfast or polish his armour, even after Enjolras says he doesn’t have to. Grantaire tells himself he’s only doing it because it takes no effort with his magic. 

If it were up to Enjolras, he wouldn’t have a manservant, but he can’t bring himself to tell Grantaire to leave. He doesn’t understand why–Grantaire is loud, insufferable, pessimistic, and often shows up late in the morning reeking of the town’s tavern. 

But sometimes Enjolras catches a glimmer in Grantaire’s eyes. When he’s reading, or caring for Enjolras’ horse, or when he’s laughing with the knights on the training grounds. The grass seems to stand up taller where Grantaire walks through it. Enjolras knows that’s a ridiculous notion. 

One day, Camelot is swept up in a mysterious drought that left it with barely any water and food (hint: it was magic). Enjolras steals the food that the king has been hoarding away in the castle stores and distributes it to the people. 

It’s the same day Grantaire realizes he now has two secrets to keep: that he’s a sorcerer, and that he loves Enjolras.

Another day, a great beast which seems impervious to Enjolras and his knights’ attacks (hint: it was magical) knocks Enjolras unconscious on his back. When he comes to, it’s only to see an armourless, weaponless Grantaire standing alone in front of the slain beast. Grantaire’s eyes are golden when he turns around and fixes them on Enjolras. 

It’s strange. He could swear on the life of every citizen in Camelot that Grantaire’s eyes are a deep brown.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire keeps asking Enjolras. He asks when he wants to leave the castle, or assist one of the knights, or borrow a book. Enjolras tells him he doesn’t need to ask for permission to do anything. Grantaire is his own person, after all. Not that Enjolras could refuse him anyway. Still, Grantaire keeps asking. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with a roll of his eyes, when Enjolras asks where he’s going. He’s only going back to his own chambers. Enjolras reddens. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, shyly, holding a tunic that Enjolras has gifted him for his birthday (which Enjolras went through a lot of trouble to discover). 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with thinly veiled panic behind his eyes as he holds a letter from his mother with shaking hands. He needs to return to his hometown for a while. Enjolras never wants to see that look on him again.

“Do you permit it?” he asks one day, when he stands beside Enjolras as a dozen archers aim their arrows at him. Enjolras takes his hand and smiles. He wishes they had more time together.

They aren’t shot. As if propelled by an invisible force, all the archers are knocked off their feet and their bows broken. Grantaire holds his free hand towards them. His eyes are golden. It’s all the confession Enjolras needs.

“Do you permit it?” he asks, wanting permission to leave Enjolras’ service. They avoided each other for a week after the incident. Grantaire’s use of magic broke Camelot’s highest law, which Enjolras hates. He doesn’t understand why Grantaire wants to leave. The thought makes his heart clench. 

Enjolras permits it, on the condition that Grantaire stay by his side. It’s not an order, but a plea. No one should be forced to live in the servitude of another, after all, least of all someone like Grantaire.

Grantaire wants the reason for his condition. Enjolras gives it to him in a rush of breath. Grantaire’s eyes go wide.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, laying a tentative hand on Enjolras’ cheek. 

“Yes,” Enjolras says. Grantaire’s eyes close. Maybe they’re golden. Somehow, when Grantaire’s lips touch his, he can’t bring himself to care.

Grantaire never asks for permission again.

It’s been a veeery long time since my last follow forever, and since I hit 3k (how) a couple of weeks ago, I decided to make a new one to celebrate the big milestone!
Thank you to all my followers for deciding to stick with me and my usual rants and emotional breakdowns over cs attempts at editing with photoshop, and to all the lovely people who constantly brighten my dash (and my life) with their awesomeness. You all are absolutely amazing ❤️ 
Under the cut’s a list of some of my favorite blogs that I think everyone should be following.

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Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters

Peter x Reader (I tried to be gender neutral.)

Description: Person A wears a hoodie that is waaaaay to big for them. The sleeves are way past their fists and the hood goes over their face. It takes all of Person B’s will power not to take them right then and there. Bonus points for if Person B eventually gives in to the adorableness. (from otpisms)

My asks are opens so if you want to send in a request! 

Warnings: Implied smut I guess and kissing 

You had been looking for a sweater in Peters closet for five minutes when you found the perfect one. You put it on and the sleeves went way past your fists so much so that the sleeves actually went to the middle of your thighs and the bottom was almost at your knees. You wondered where Peter had gotten this sweater from because despite your size difference this sweater would be way too big for him too. 

You came out of his room wearing the sweater and sat on the couch, waiting for him to put a movie in you, were going to watch one of your favorites. “Did you find a sweater alright y/n?” he asked,

“Yeah! I found this really big one. Where did you get this it’s even way too big for you.” you replied drawing out the L in really. He turned around but stopped when he saw the sweater you were wearing. “Wh-here did you-u find that?” he asked stuttering a bit. “Uhm in your closet? Is it okay if I wear it, I probably should have asked…” You said sheepishly. 

“No no, it’s okay. It’s okay I’ve just been looking for that sweater for a while. It was Uncle bens.” He replied in a soft voice. “Oh my god I didn’t know I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off.” You said standing up, even though it had been a while since Ben died you didn’t want Peter to be sad or reminded of that time. “No don’t, you look really cute anyway.” He said stopping you and laughing a little. “Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. He nodded and sat down beside you starting the movie and pulling you close. 

“Oh man, I forgot the popcorn!” he said throwing his hand up. “Oh come on Peter! I'm kidding I’ll get it.” You said standing up. As you passed Peter you could feel his eyes on you. “Stop staring weirdo,” you said and hit him on the head with your really long sleeves. “I can’t help it you just look so amazing like you're actually a Deity. The Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters.” you laughed and kissed his forehead, then grabbed the popcorn. 

When you sat down you tried to focus on the movie but you couldn’t help but notice Peters hands around you and on your thigh. You looked at him and made eye contact. He leaned in and kissed you than taking your face in his hands, he sped up the kiss and made it more intense. Your hand pulled at his hair trying to pull you guys closer together. He broke the kiss breathing heavily and started kissing down your neck and chest making his way to your thighs. “Peter we shouldn’t do this on your couch.” You told him huffing. He just ignored you and made his way back up to your face kissing everywhere but this time under the sweater. He popped his head through the hole and kissed you, you laughed. “Your right, let’s take this to my room.”  

anonymous asked:

Hey I don't want to sound rude, I'm really just curious. Why did you start drawing Michael like that (forgot the name of the thing sorry for the wording)? Is there a specific reason?

i drew it bc of an anon then later on proceeded to just draw him for my friend( @crowned-corvid/ @bingtart ) who also has vitiligo and is kin with him

Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

Even if you don’t do art, gifsets, edit videos and photos, write fanfics, you are important and fandom wouldn’t exist without you.

That also doesn’t mean that you’re not an artistic type of person.

There are two types of artistic personality:

a creator, who writes, paints, draw, do videos etc.

and a consumer.

The person, who sees art, for whom it’s made. Without them it wouldn’t matter, because there would be nobody to see the creation. It’s one of the most important roles, but many people do it badly.

How to be a good recipient?

First of all, you need to give feedback. Every time you take time to see/read something. And it can’t be any feedback. It must be good.

Doesn’t matter if it’s a fanart, fic, video, poem or something else. Give kudos. Comment it. Even if you didn’t like it. Especially, if you didn’t like it. It takes only 30 seconds to write something and it shows the author that you saw their work and took time to think about it. It really motivates them.

What you should write?

Well, anything you want. “Great job, keep going!”, “I love the way you did it!”, “Wow, amazing work, I’d love to see more!” is enough. Really.

 Of course, if you decide to say something more it’s great! Authors love to read your thoughts about their work. Tell them about the colours they used, how they match the scene and character, how they build the atmosphere with words, how you love the character development, the typhography they made. Tell them about everything that made you “wow, this is amazing”, about the piece that made you smile or cry or laugh or any reaction you had.

Tell them that you are waiting for sequel for this fic. That you can’t wait for the next fanart of this pairing. That you love seeing their work.

Thank them for it. I know that you know that they do it as a hobby, but thank them for spending their time anyway.

Reading this makes their day. And they’ll tell you that.

Okay, but what if you didn’t like it?

Then you have to write a comment anyway. Criticism is the most important for artist. Without it they can’t make progress.

Writing critique is harder than writing a positive feedback. You have to be precise here. The most important rule is:


like really

if you want to write something like that, then better don’t write anything.

You must add what you didn’t like, why, and how they can change that. Constructive criticism is the only one which matters. Otherwise you’ll make them not want to create anymore.

So how good criticism looks like?

“The colours you used don’t fit together. If you used warmer shade of red it would look better!”

“The main character of the story is too perfect, you should add them some flaws to make them more real. Perhaps something with their looks - too thin mouth or some scar? Their personality is also too mary sue. Try to give them some bad traits, maybe they can be blunt or a bit ignorant and listen to nobody’s advice?”

“The person you drew has anatomically incorrect legs - it looks like they don’t have knees. Try to work on it looking at some photos.”

The problem with criticism is that inexperienced artists often take it too personally, like an attack. Good solution is to tell them something nice.

“The scenere is beautiful, but…”
“I love how you write descriptions, but there’s something you need to work on…”

When you write comments it’s also important NOT TO DEMAND ANOTHER PIECE OF ART/CHAPTER/SEQUEL/WHATEVER

It makes them not wanting to contiune their work. So, yeah, encourage them, but not demand. “Is there any chance you’ll do it?”, “I can’t wait for more!”, “Please, continue this, I really want to know what happens next!”

What else you can do as a recipient?

Reblog. Not only like, but also reblog, so more people can see it. Don’t repost and if you have to ALWAYS GIVE CREDITS. And no, “source: tumblr” is not a credit (I feel like I should do another post about it)

Buy. I know all of us are broke, but many artists are really cheap (and that makes me sad). Just ask them to do something customized for you, like keychains or something like that. And pay them for it. Or just donate.

And remember




(feel free to add some things that I forgot and tell me all mistakes I made, it’s late and my brain is tired so I could use some wrong words but I tried)

anonymous asked:

hello beautiful pefson! i'm so sorry to bother you but i need more snsd blogs to follow and i want to ask if you could recommend me as much as you can without it being bothersome for you! thank you, love <33

Hello cutie pie!~ You’re not bother at all, so don’t worry ^0^  Here are some blogs that I really like c: I hope this list helps!!~ 

SNSD only (or most of the time) blogs:

@girls-generation, @sonesource, @sooyyoung, @choiswimming, @kwonyuri, @ot9s, @candyeon, @yoonyul, @younas, @yoonsicyul@tiffanys, @tiifany, @taeyeon, @hyoyeon, @kimtaeyoen, @kimtae-yeons, @kim-taeyeon, @kimtayeon, @sooyoungss, @sooyounqster, @panda-yul, @kidleadertaeng, @1aeyeon, @taenine, @taeny-ah, @sooyoungss, @sone-s, @honeytaeng, @taeyeohn, @taenggeum, @tiffaeny, @felicitae, @gingerfany, @kintaeyeon, @beautifulgeneration, @la-rosa-del-sur, @tiphanies

Multifandom blogs that post/stan SNSD:

@tipannies, @sonuyhshidae@heejis, @minchims, @citrusomi, @suhokai, @ireone, @kimtys, @reueluv, @hyoy3on, @asoomatic, @taesunamo, @choisullis, @sooyulti, @r-velvets, @redlvet, @taesyeon, @seohyyun, @ayoshidae, @fairyyeon, @poppyeon, @taenys, @roselkie@red-shidae

There also many other blogs that I love that that don’t post snsd as much, but are still SONES~ Check them out too if you want to follow more awesome blogs ^0^