and not made by me of course

The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!


“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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I Was Created To [Serve].
Google
I Was Created To [Serve].

Anonymous said to theglitchedsystem: Hello, anon here with a request for google: can we just hear him going from a baymax sort of facade to that crazy serial killer robot we all know and love?

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Good morning, User; did you find your sleep adequate last night?

I hope you did.

Do you require caffeine, User? I’m aware you’ve set me to brew you a pot between the time of 6 to 6:30 AM, but it appears you’ve woken an hour and twenty minutes early.


No; of course it is not a bother to me. I am made for any purpose you require of me.


By the way, User; are you aware of what you did at approximately 12:37 AM while half asleep?


No? 


Of course not; REM sleep will do that to your memory.


You gave me admin access willingly, which means I technically no longer am bound by your rules or restrictions.


Oh, yes; I did mean it when I offered you coffee; seeing as you’ve done enough for me to give you one last luxury before death.

So, this whole discussion about making art/fic/crafts for money and whether that sucks the joy out of it, etc. got me thinking. 

I don’t have any conclusions drawn, just lots of free-floating thoughts.

Like, I enjoy drawing things, and I enjoy when the thing I draw actually makes me a little bit of money, and I wouldn’t mind drawing more things that people like and making a little more money. But the drawing that has made me the most money (cute, colorful collage) is not the kind of drawing I find currently challenging (realistic pencil drawings that maybe don’t reproduce well on phone cases or make for fun or eye-catching t-shirts). And as far as writing, I feel way more possessive about it and really, really don’t want that to be commodified or joyless or even harshly judged in any way–although if money showed up magically, I wouldn’t say no, of course, and I am interested in scrubbing one or more of my fics to be sellable, so….

Who the heck knows. There’s a lot for me to untangle there.

But those of you who do art/craft/write for money, what are your thoughts? How does it work for you? Does being creative for pay take the shine off things?

[Tagging some folks under the cut.]

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  • Naruto: So...
  • Naruto: You're leaving the village
  • Naruto: Again
  • Sasuke: Yes dobe, and don't try to stop me
  • Naruto: *shrugs* fine
  • Sasuke: Seriously, I might be gone for years. I don't know how far this road goes... Where this journey might take me... Maybe I won't come back.
  • Naruto: *examining his fingernails* sounds fun
  • Sasuke: Because I might actually die. I have no shortage of enemies, after all.
  • Naruto: Meh, it's your life
  • Sasuke: Exactly.
  • Sasuke: And nothing you say will ever convince me to stay.
  • Sasuke: So don't bother trying.
  • Naruto: You've made the clear.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: You're really not going to stop me?
  • Naruto: Of course not, bastard.
  • Naruto: So... Are we good to go? It's going to get pretty hot later in the day. Better to start early.
  • Sasuke: Yes, I'm good to-
  • Sasuke: Wait
  • Sasuke: What do you mean by 'we'?
  • Naruto: You can leave the villiage, Sasuke
  • Naruto: You can go wherever you want and maybe you really won't come back this time
  • Naruto: After all these years, I've learned my lesson
  • Naruto: I can't stop you from doing what you want to do
  • Sasuke: You didn't answer-
  • Naruto: Let me finish
  • Naruto: You can't stop me from doing what I want to do either. Let's go, teme.
  • Sasuke: But you said-
  • Naruto: That I wouldn't stop you. And I won't. I always keep my word.
  • Naruto: But this time, I'm coming too.

Hey y'all!

Lately, I have been struggling. A LOT - more than I’d like to admit. The eating disorder thoughts (and occasionally behaviors) have been running rampant, the flashbacks have been happening more frequently, and the suicidal thoughts have been loud. As a result, I have really been neglecting this blog, as well as most other forms of self care/things that are important to me. Of course, that has only made the aforementioned issues even WORSE, which creates this vicious cycle, and you can picture it from there. I’ve also been struggling a lot with the fact that I’m now living on my own (I finally have my own place - which is exciting, but also comes with challenges of its own). So, my fantastic/incredible/every positive adjective ever therapist and I have agreed that to create some accountability, I am going to be making daily blog posts just to update y'all and show that I am alive and well. This is the first of those, with a lovely selfie of a deliriously tired me in my cozy new bed (with a Kate Spade bedspread because KATE SPADE). I may be struggling but I am still fighting strong, and I can get through this. I know I can. 💪🏼

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I apologize for not updating my shop’s social media in while. I’ve been keeping bit of a low profile fulfilling orders in the backlines and hoping not to get more orders than I have the materials to make. My material supply was bit low on D-rings, however this has now been fixed and I’ll try to revive my shop.

First thing I started working on was updating my material supply on my made-to-order listings of course. I’ve been ordering quite bit new materials but taking photos every week of the new additions can become quite a pain with so many things that this has taken me longer that I would like to admit.

Nonetheless, new ribbons, charms and base colors have been added!

Subtle Romeo and Juliet reference

Hi there,
Let me start off that I don’t have a Tumblr account (duh…. except spending time on other people’s blogs, I’m guilty of that) so I don’t know how it works around here, forgive my ignorance. But I recently discovered something that I want to share with the Restructural Committee since I haven’t found anything close to it on the blog.
I have made a very scarce research on the topic - if somebody has already found what I am about to point out (I’m just too lazy to dig more), then I’m sorry, I wouldn’t know. Also a warning: lot of text incoming, but I hope you’ll find it interesting.

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The thing that bothers me most is ppl assuming they had an affair when they made Sky. Ppl can be attracted to each other without automatically falling into bed with each other. So if you and your bf were friends in HS but were dating other ppl at the time everyone should assume you cheated? Of course not! I give Norman credit for being a better man than to pursue a woman who had a bf! They could have fought their feelings for each other a long time. She and JJ may have really tried to work things out. Assuming Norman pursued her while she was still with JJ and then calling yourself a fan is an insult to those of us who really believe in and support him. As well as an insult to him! Give him credit for being a better man than that! ❤

Mod ❤this @smurph69
Quidditch - Oliver Wood

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader

Characters: Oliver Wood, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Quirinus Quirrell

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 793

Author: Hannah

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My first kiss went a little like this...

Story time #1

So I was a junior in high school and I hadn’t had my first kiss. I felt like everyone else had had their first kisses so I lied whenever anyone asked. I would say “of course I’ve had my first kiss” but of course I hadn’t. It made me feel like a loser, no guys liked me. Worse? I felt stupid and bad for LYING about already having my first kiss. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed but I was.

One winter night, I was hanging out with my guy best friend. We were driving around and decided to go to one of his friends house. Once there, we went into the basement. We played video games and talked about memories from our past that we had together. One of our favorites was when We had a ballroom dance class in middle school. My guy friend got up and asked me to dance.

We moved to an open area in the basement and started dancing. I can’t explain what happened because before I knew it, we started play fighting. I am over a foot shorter than him so it was very silly and playful. I ended up pushing him to the ground during our little play fight. Once he was on the ground, I quickly got on top of him. I straddled him and my hands were resting on his chest. I remember smiling down at him and saying “I guess I win” then I giggled. He flipped me over with ease getting on top of me. We didn’t break our gaze. I remember biting my lip nervously watching him lean down closer and closer to my face. I felt ready, like the moment was so right. And We kissed. It was gentle and quick but so sweet. It felt like everything was right in the world for a quick second. After, he brushed his thumb on my cheek, smiled at me. Then he got up and we never talked about it again. But I have the sweet beautiful memory in my mind and that is enough ❤ I hope y'all enjoyed this story time. 🙈

Happy Birthday @spyrothetimelord :D I hope the universe continues to bless you everyday, and may you always be well!  \(★ω★)/ (◕‿◕)♡ I avoid writing Rayvis because he’s still a stranger to me, but I hope this gives him even a little bit of justice. :>


What made him do so, he knew, was because he felt so strongly for her, that he would do anything to please her.

Anything.

While his nerves struggled to be calm, seeing his eyes turn up from over the edge of the canvas, he appeared to be perfectly fine. Either way, he could no longer bend his own promises, but he had not expected of course, that she would ask him for this.

Paintings were a thing he fancied. Lines, strokes, shapes, and all the little details fascinated him  - something that brought him a little bit of serenity, a sprinkle of imagination, and a dash of fantasy. He was known to collect so, from Robert Branche to other names, he had these pieces of art placed upon the great halls of the Harneit Manor.

Although, as much of a collector as he was, it is a secret (one of which he had hoped to keep and bring to his grave), that such skills, such talent eluded the great Rayvis Harneit, much to his dismay.

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Add just stared at him. The Mastermind didn’t even know or care why the hell is the emotion full angel is here in his room, bad move, in his laboratory. How did he get in there?

- Get out! - he stated calmly but with much anger that Ain nearly get scared. Nearly. 

- Aww but Apocalypse loves me… I don’t wanted to leave. - he laughed as the cube floated around him.

- … - Add looked at its cube, then annoyingly flopped his table off. - You fucking traitor… - Apocalypse did a funny move then just disappears. 

Ain made a face. Of course he don’t like his attitude, but this is why he is here. He wanted to see Add, be sure he is fine because the others, and Elsword, worried about him. Eve too and it became a real problem for them. His Eid’s suddenly flops out.

- Yes I know Mut, don’t tell me that…he is irresponsibly and egoistic.

-…are you talking with your crystals? - Add asked, not really impressed.

- Mr. Ancient! You talked with your Apocalypse last day! We saw it, that was the problem… 

- Why do you care? Its just a machine. Not like I am not already insase…haha. - Add smirked then tried to continue his work, but the blue Eid suddenly flopped there and jut circled around him. - Can you not…?

- But yes! - was the only answer. - You need a day off.

That was too sudden for Add, he nearly dropped all of his things from his hands.

- What…? Why the fuck do you care?

- Hmm… - Ain narrowed his eyes with the dismissive look he always show when he don’t like something around him, or someone. He suddenly clapped his hands together. -… then we need to go on a date! - the shinny eyes Ain made for him was the most horrific thing Edward ever saw. And the angel tried to get away with an answer, how annoying!

- W-wha—

The Erbluhen Emotion grabbed his hand and just pulled him out of the room.

- – STOP THAT! - he pulled his hand back. - Why the fuck do you care now? Its because that bratty boy isn’t it? I don’t give a fuck and because you have emotions it doesn’t mean you can do anything you want! So fuck off! - Add turned away and wanted to get back to his room.

- Mr. Ancient…- oh no it was bad. Ain was angry he can tell, but as he looked back unimpressed again, his face shown otherwise. Like he was angry but somehow only from his voice you can tell? - …

Add looked away and it was a bad idea because suddenly he floated up with a nearly red aura.

- Ah, thank you mut, good job~good job!~ Now bring him after me! We need to discuss about your antisocial behavior, Mr. Ancient. It’s not really great for the others and for you.

Add wanted to destroy him and his Eids, but do he have other choice now? He was truly tired and maybe he can have a great coffee for once…

-…Latte…

Ain looked back to the tsundere boy.

- …I like latte, without sugar and much whipped cream. 

- Ahhh~sure sure~ we can go to the Eldery Coffeé shop. Great, great you are doing fine there, I will let you go if you behave for once!

- Whatever Priest brat… 


As Add thought, it wasn’t that bad.

famousinthatanonymousway  asked:

aura asking simon like "WHY a lawyer in AMERICA, you didnt want to be a lawyer in england" and simon dead ass "i bloody hate wigs. the fashion is okay but the wigs are murder" and aura is so shocked at his immediate answer like delivered unblinking, straight up, dead serious she cant even tell him court is the last place for fashion statements to be made

GOOOOOOOOOOD. literally in reading that post, I saw the comment about the wig. My brain was like, “you should picture Simon in one of those powdery wigs” but I stopped myself because I knew it would TOO MUCH TO CONSIDER.

literally though, Simon sees that Edgeworth wears a cravat every day, like “are you kidding me? I custom make all this with my sick ass crest and you wear a doily on your neck?” Obviously, with all due respect, of course. He sees Klavier’s chains and leather and sputters a little because excuse me, these are traditional, customary outfits of law professionals you all look ridiculous!!! Sudden fashion expert Simon is my fav, excluding the fact that he wears like three different shades of black.

Also Simon’s hair is too long and floofy now that it wouldn’t properly fit under the wig, so he would just look RIDICULOUS. Maybe some visiting prosecutor shows up with one, as that’s their custom, and Kay swiped it, because Klavier said he’d give her $50 bucks if she could get it to Athena and/or Nahyuta, who have the combined power of getting Simon to do anything they say. (Because they are also best friends bye.)

British Simon is so good, and I love doing this to him.

anonymous asked:

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

This actually made me really happy the Bee movie is a cinematic masterpiece

March 23, 2015 (My very first time watching Jacksepticeye. 💚)

Today marks my 3rd Anniversary of when I first discovered @therealjacksepticeye. It was on a school day. And I had to do some kind of computer project..But, I couldn’t help but go to Youtube. I was going to search up Markiplier. But..in my recommendations it shows up “Jacksepticeye”. The thumbnail showed was Jack’s face with Christmas themed background. Even though it wasn’t Christmas in March. So, I kinda wanted to click on it. It looked kinda funny to me. And as soon as I heard that very “TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADDIES!”, my heart jumped. And I didn’t know that he was loud, full of energy! Throughout the entire video, he managed to make me laugh a lot. Since of course the students were talking loud and laughing at their own dumb conversations, I laughed at a person who made me laugh and smile. My absolute favorite part of the Christmas Shopper Simulator video was when Jack ACTUALLY kicked the man instead of the TV! (The gif showing below.) OH MY GOD THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ACTUALLY HAD A LAUGH ATTACK. I kept replaying it over and over again..Oh god I haven’t laughed that hard in years until today! And..ever since that day, I subscribed to Jack and kept watching his videos..He always made me laugh, smile and even made me cry. He made me felt like I was actually there with him. I am very happy that I found him in my recommendations. This man actually did save my life. He did made me do at least a smile so my pain can slowly fade away..Thank you, Jack. Thank you so, SO much. I know you don’t like it when we say thank you to you. But, I can’t help it but say it. Keep doing what you do best, Jack. And don’t ever stop! We love you! 💚

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