anyway i had a lot of fun making this one

Doodle ideas 1 - plants

Remember when I asked you what should I do with the remaining pages of my bujo? Well, the most suggested thing was to do some doodle ideas, which I did, yaay :D. Now I know a lot of people have done these, @studypetals has series of these, @studywithinspo has done some great ones too (he even has videos on how to do doodles!)… but here I am anyway :D. To do something a bit different, I tried to draw them all in one theme. So here’s various flora, all I could think of :D. I had fun making these and I still have a lot of pages left in my journal, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! :)


Meisiu’s Base Game Starter Home Challenge 

This was SO hard! No one tagged me but it seemed like a really fun challenge.

I couldn’t help myself and had to decorate it, so it’s $19,6-something but anyway! I tried this challenge 3 other times and couldn’t build something under $20k that wasn’t butt ugly, but inspiration struck tonight!  I totally stole @mlyssimblr‘s brilliant idea to use photos/paintings that your sims make on the lot for more art/decor options. 

some features:

  • fake campfire (I couldn’t believe campfires weren’t BG!! But duh, outdoor retreat)
  • curtains as doors
  • cozy outdoor candlelit reading area
  • space for like 5 sims to dance
  • an unnamed bass fish who I think should be called lance bass
  • some clutter that might be floating/clipping through things
  • originally I had part of the truck in the house as if it was an RV camper thing but it looked weird so now there’s just some empty blocked off space in the house hah

it’s up on the gallery if anyone wants it! origin id: bottsbotts 

place with bb.moveobjects on in build mode and not from the map!! 

STAN TALENT. STAN EXO. (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5) (pt 6) (pt 7) (pt 8) (pt 9) (pt 10 - other talents) (pt 11 - talent?)

Making out with... Jaehyun


Anon: Could you please do making out with jaehyun?

Anon: How it’d be to make out with jaehyun of nct? ;)

Anon: making out with jaehyun? c’:

Anon: make out with jaehyun please~~~ thank you !!

This was very requested and a lot of people in the surveys wanted it so I decided to prioritise Jae’s over everyone else’s lol! Because it was heavily requested, I tried to make it as long and as worthwhile the wait as possible :-) I hope you like it ;;;;-)

Originally posted by ncitytrash

jaehyun looks so good this comeback everyone makes fun of his hair (the one he had at the start of the promotions) but i didn’t think it was too bad :-(

  • Today is Jaehyun day lol 
  • First Kiss and now this lmaooo 
  • Anyway 
  • As I said in his First Kiss thing, Jaehyun would have really nice lips 
  • They’re soft and smooth and inviting and just perfect 
  • You’re always complimenting him on them and at first he used to blush, but now he’s cocky af and always wants you to remind him or he’ll pout
  • He’d proabbly boast to the other guys about amazing he is at kissing and they’d probably say he really wasnt and he’d get upset or soemthing
  • And the next time you saw him, he’d be sad and say that they only thing that’d make him better is if you rove that he’s not bad at it
  • Basically guilt trips you into kissing him lol
  • I don’t think he’d be the type to do it a lot, but he wouldn’t hardly do it either
  • Both your daily routines would clash a lot so quick pecks were usually the only time you got any form of skinship or action lol in a day
  • Making out would be saved for the night
  • Will literally wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you to kiss him
  • You’d think it was bc he wanted sex
  • And yes sometimes he did
  • So you’d prepare yourself lol and sigh really loudly
  • Then he’ll surprise you by hovering over you and kissing you, with no sex involved
  • Jae would like making out with you lying down on your bed
  • You’d like to do a lot of things lying down tbh
  • Kissing, cuddling, eating, talking, watching TV, taking selfies, having sex
  • He’d like how his body would dwarf yours and how he could easily let his hands run across your body
  • The close proximity would be his favourite thing
  • You’d lie on your back and he’d basically lie on top of you
  • Not completely but half his body would be and he’d hold him sle fup with one of his shoulders
  • Do you get what I mean? Am I explaining this alright?
  • His other hand would run through your hair and hold your neck
  • You’d put an arm around his neck and place a hand on the bottom of his back
  • He’d be very breathy
  • Not necessarily loud, but he’d basically be panting
  • Also likes to suck your bottom lip
  • I hate that word, but he’d do it tbh
  • By the end, your bottom lip will be swollen and red and he’ll laugh at you bc you look funny
  • Anyway
  • He’d change pace quite a lot, varying between slow and deep sloppy kisses, and faster and sweeter kisses
  • He’d tilt his face a lot too, because he can’t help himself and he just wants to make you feel good and vice versa
  • Making out usually happened in the dark bc its night duh
  • But JAehyun still really wanted to feel you and see if he was making you feel good, by sometimes moving down to kiss your neck
  • You’d moan lightly which would be an indicator to him that you’re enjoying himself
  • He’d smirk to himself and move back up to kiss your lips again
  • Hickies!!!!!!
  • Usually prefers giving you them, around the bottom of your neck where your collar bones are
  • He won’t realise how many he’d give you or how dark and pink and sore they are until the next morning
  • Sometimes if you were feeling like it and weren’t too tired, you’d roll him over
  • So now you were the one lying partially on him
  • He’d find it hot af actually, and would groan into the kiss
  • If he got too excited, this might lead to sex but most of the time you’d be too caught up into the moment to do that
  • He’d move his hands down to your bumb, laughing as you squeal at the warmth
  • And you’d play with his hair softly
  • Whenever he’s the one dominating the kiss, its quite heated and deep and when you are, its more gently and teasing and light awe
  • There wouldn’t be much talking involved (like in comparison to Taeyong)
  • But at the end, he’ll be telling you how much he enjoyed it and how much he loves you
  • And he’ll cuddle you to help you get back to sleep because he knows your tired awe
  • Jaehyun :-( writing these make me more depressed than writing the first kiss series tbh lol

Making out with… series


Hey everyone. Just wanted to post this for @ftlosd. Sorry it’s been a long time, but here’s the finished production. One of many, I hope, it was a lot of fun to do. =)

Exclaimer: I own nothing of this wonderful art, just did the color design. All original art can be found on ftlosd’s blog space dad’s space.

Also, I didn’t do much for the last picture, except make the words more bolder. I felt since it already had color there was no real need to. Anyways hope you enjoy. ^-^

Let Us Know (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)


You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”


They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

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When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

Girl made fun of my best friend's disability, so I left her a little surprise

When I was younger, I used to go to girl scouts with my best friend. I was around 7 or 8, and I was in the washroom when a couple of girls from our group walked in. I guess they didn’t realize I was there, because one of them started loudly complaining about my friend. My best friend has developmental dyspraxia. This girl was mocking the way she walked and spoke. She was pretending to stagger around and slurring her words in this “stupid” tone.

I was really upset. I was always defensive of my best friend, she was sort of an easy target and people made fun of her a lot. I’m autistic and while I received my fair share of bullying, it was never as bad. Anyway, I was too chicken to say anything and ended up just waiting until they left. The girl who was making fun of my friend, I thought she was really intimidating. She was one of the older girls in the group and we were all a little scared of her.

Still seething, I started to head back to the gym where we held our meetings. As I walked back, I noticed that the bitch from earlier had left her unfinished cream soda by the cubbies in the hall where we kept our stuff. (I should add that this girl was constantly drinking cream soda. I swear she was addicted to that shit or something, because she always had a couple with her.) I looked around, the hallway was deserted. So I grabbed her soda.

I then opened her backpack and poured the entire thing inside.

It got all over her gym clothes and shoes, everything. It was a sticky pink mess. When I was finished, I just zipped up her bag and went back into the gym like nothing had happened. She didn’t realize until after the meet had ended. My dad had just picked me up and we were about to leave the school when I heard her freaking out from all the way down the hall. Her mother thought the girl must have accidentally put the soda in her bag without noticing it was open. She swore up and down that she didn’t, but her mom didn’t buy it. No once suspected a thing, though I made sure not to stick around. To this day it remains my fondest memory from girl scouts.

TL;DR - I overheard a bully making fun of my best friend’s dyspraxia at girl scouts, so when no one was looking I poured her cream soda in her backpack. Bully’s mom thought the girl herself had done it accidentally, so I never got caught.

Girl made fun of my best friend's disability, so I left her a little surprise

When I was younger, I used to go to girl scouts with my best friend. I was around 7 or 8, and I was in the washroom when a couple of girls from our group walked in. I guess they didn’t realize I was there, because one of them started loudly complaining about my friend. My best friend has developmental dyspraxia. This girl was mocking the way she walked and spoke. She was pretending to stagger around and slurring her words in this “stupid” tone.

I was really upset. I was always defensive of my best friend, she was sort of an easy target and people made fun of her a lot. I’m autistic and while I received my fair share of bullying, it was never as bad. Anyway, I was too chicken to say anything and ended up just waiting until they left. The girl who was making fun of my friend, I thought she was really intimidating. She was one of the older girls in the group and we were all a little scared of her.

Still seething, I started to head back to the gym where we held our meetings. As I walked back, I noticed that the bitch from earlier had left her unfinished cream soda by the cubbies in the hall where we kept our stuff. (I should add that this girl was constantly drinking cream soda. I swear she was addicted to that shit or something, because she always had a couple with her.) I looked around, the hallway was deserted. So I grabbed her soda.

I then opened her backpack and poured the entire thing inside.

It got all over her gym clothes and shoes, everything. It was a sticky pink mess. When I was finished, I just zipped up her bag and went back into the gym like nothing had happened. She didn’t realize until after the meet had ended. My dad had just picked me up and we were about to leave the school when I heard her freaking out from all the way down the hall. Her mother thought the girl must have accidentally put the soda in her bag without noticing it was open. She swore up and down that she didn’t, but her mom didn’t buy it. No once suspected a thing, though I made sure not to stick around. To this day it remains my fondest memory from girl scouts.

TL;DR - I overheard a bully making fun of my best friend’s dyspraxia at girl scouts, so when no one was looking I poured her cream soda in her backpack. Bully’s mom thought the girl herself had done it accidentally, so I never got caught.

Bearable (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request by anon: hey!!! could u write something based off that scene in amazing spiderman two where peter and gwen were setting rules for their friendship??? love ur writing X

Word Count: 839

A/N: Sorry this is kinda long, but I guess also short when you compare it with my previous writing. Anyway… I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST! Thanks so much to the anon who requested; I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, that scene was so damn cute!

Hope you like it, anon! 

Peter rounded the corner, and there you were. Just sitting there, but perfect as ever. How could one make jeans and a sweater look so good? How could one make a careless messy topknot seem like it was styled oh so meticulously? How could he be so stupid as to let it all leave him?

He almost forgot you had broken up two months, seventeen days, and three hours ago. Almost. The details of why sat like a written confession in the back of his head: often reread, crumpled then smoothed open again. He refused to look back at them now; they didn’t matter at this moment. All that did matter was that you wanted to meet, to talk, to be friends. And it was the best thing he’d heard in a while.

Peter approached the outdoor cafe table. “Hey,” he said timidly.

You looked up from your phone. You considered trying to hide the grin spreading on your face but decided against it. “Hey there.”

Neither of you dared to breathe or move an inch. Not even your eyes drifted. They were lost in each other. You both wondered how long it had been since your own eyes had been completely filled with the sight of the others’.

You were the first to break the silence, but not the connection. “You, uh, maybe wanna sit down?”

“Oh, oh yeah,” Peter breathed. He had to look down for the chair. He sat and grabbed the second cup sitting on the metal table. “This for…?” He hesitantly reached for it.

“Yeah, it’s for you.”

“Oh ok, thanks,” he raised it to his lips, feeling the warmth, tasting the bitter and the sweet.

You both sat, again in silence. There was some awkwardness in the air, no doubt, but something else as well. There was a sense of welcoming and delicate wanting. You both wanted to talk already, to break this drought of awkward with the rain of conversation. But no one wanted to say the first word, for fear it might be the wrong one.


“I, uh—”

“Oh, God,” you both giggled.

“You first,” Peter insisted.

You took a deep breath. “Well,” you began, “thanks for coming. I mean I know your schedule is pretty full and all so…”

Peter looked down at his cup, “No, it’s really no trouble seriously! I mean I was just glad to talk for a little, and then you wanted to talk more—which was, I mean, awesome—but yeah it’s really cool, like no trouble, no problem at all. All cool!” A smile crept on your lips as he rambled. You really fucking missed how he’d do that. How it only happened when he was flustered or excited. How often he did it with you.

“Anyway, I mean, if we’re gonna be friends again and all that, I think we should establish some ground rules. Especially after what you just did.”

“What I—what I just did? What’d I do?”

“Oh nothing bad!” You assured him. “No I just meant like, for example, maybe don’t go on your little nervous, excited rambles cuz they’re wayyyyyy too cute and they’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again. And if we’re gonna be friends, we can’t do that.” Peter looked up at you a little taken aback. Your eyebrows slanted up, worried. “Too much? The ‘in love’ part? Sorry I—”

“No, no it’s fine,” he chuckled. He twiddled his thumbs on the coffee cup lid, thinking for a moment. “Well if we’re laying ground rules then you need to find another way to laugh.”

“What?” You looked at him, incredulous.

Peter’s eyes twinkled. “Yeah, you know when you laugh? And your nose crinkles just at your eyes? Yeah no, can’t do that. It’s too damn adorable.”

You scoffed, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Well I can’t control it, Parker!”

A wide grin broke out on his face, as he dipped his head down, shaking it. “Well then you better learn to!” he challenged. He looked up, eyes smiling as wide as that shit-eating grin that was softening into a sad sort-of grimace.

You sat up, folding your hands together and putting your elbows on the table. “That, Mr. Parker, I believe is ground rule number three.”

“What is?”

“That! When you look at me with those big dark brown chocolate doe eyes through those stray curls… sorry that’s just too much, so you need to cool it with that.”

Peter whipped his head up, eyebrows furrowed, eyes smiling, gasping in offense. You burst out a throaty giggle that quickly swelled into a laugh. He couldn’t stop the smile that immediately grew, like a plant that was watered by your delight. Peter missed this, and so did you. And though it didn’t make up for all the hurt and shit you both felt during those two months, seventeen days, and two hours, to be able to spend some time with an old new friend was enough to call it bearable.

anonymous asked:

1)I think Haylor 1.0 in 2012 probably ended because of the media. Even the rs article said that Harry was kind of tested when he started dating Taylor because it was a lot of attention not only for you as a celebrity but a combination of his and Taylor's fame. I think Harry actually really really liked Taylor when they met in April (Liam said the day after they met that when Harry met Taylor he peed himself lol) and I think he just kind of slipped with Emma (he is a flirt and I dont think Taylor

‘2)and him were even dating just texting/flirting) When he actually started dating her he was looking for a serious relationship as his friend Will Sweeney said, “Harry is looking for a relationship, he’s told me that. He’s always out mixing with celebrities and going to parties with different girls, but it’s lonely for him and not what he wants. The girls are just there for the night. You have fun but that’s the end of it.” Then a couple months before that Ben Winstons dad said Harry was lonely

3)and a security guard of Harry’s (idk if this was from after they dated or before or really after) that Harry is always kind of a loner compared to the other boys. Anyway, then when he started dating Taylor Nick Grimshaw said, “Harry really likes Taylor. He’s fallen for her in a big way. At first I wasn’t sure if if the relationship was a real one but I talk to him a lot and it seems to be that she’s the one-for now anyway. American artists are usually really, really boring and reserved but

4)Taylor is fun. She’s always up for a laugh and is really good company. Harry likes people who make him laugh. I talk to Harry a lot on the phone while he’s away touring and he talks about her a lot. He is very happy with her. I like her a lot too, she came on my show recently and we had a really fun time.” So you can clearly see that Harry was in it in it like not some hookup or anything. Not only were they constantly being scrutinized though but there were also a lot of articles being

5)published calling both of them sluts/womanizers and pulling up their histories. Harry later said in 2013 that sometimes dating in the public eye is hard because when you are “shown in newspapers and articles with other girls it can affect how the girl you actually like sees you”. Now that applies to the whole Emma thing but there was also an article that said that at the BVI, Harry disappeared on Taylor and didn’t tell her where he was going and when he finally met up with her she was drunk

7)crying and accused him of sleeping around with other girls and called him a dick. Now this could be totally untrue but that would explain why Taylor left right away maybe. She probably always felt uneasy about him and other girls because of what happened with Emma and then the media was calling her out for being a slut and pulling up his history and both fandoms were hating. The articles actually were ridiculous like there was one that said Taylor was pregnant and harry was trapped like

8)imagine reading that at 18 and just being like the fuck?! Whatever it was it must have been a huge argument because she didn’t even stay for the rest of the vacation. Or it could have been that Harry all of a sudden got cold feet in a sense and realized it was going to fast and was too serious in too short of a time which Taylor kind of addressed in 1989. So I think the first breakup was because of media. Whatever happened after that in 14/15 was most likely a result of them personally since

9)they weren’t public. So that’s where maybe Harry didn’t want to be super serious too quickly like they were in 2012 and Taylor wanted it to be public and serious (like Taylor usually does). Anyway that’s my opinion but those quotes by the way from Nick ahhh also apparently Louis caught Harry crying in the bathroom after the breakup😭😭”

I wanna cry, I literally love them so much and I’m so sad. Why wasn’t timing on their side?

Originally posted by omg-i-love-bananas

Shockingly Simple Pt. 2 (Peter x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Hi can you please do a peter parker x reader where they are best friends, but she is tony Starks daughter. And after a mission goes wrong she gets powers and freaks out, she starts sneaking out and making wrong choices but peter helps her get through the tough time. Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 😊

Word Count: 2,381 

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: Here’s part 2! (And it’s my 100th post apparently… whaaatttt??!!) Anyway sorry it’s long I got a bit carried away but i’m really happy with how this turned out! also part one has like over 90 notes, holy crap guys! unfortunately this isn’t proofread much so if you find grammar and spelling errors then wups :/

Once again thank you to the anon who requested this I had a lot of fun writing it (as you can see lol)  anyway hope you guys like it ❤️

Tag(s): @davros2004

Part 1

Four months.

Four months since you didn’t listen to your better judgement. Four months since you felt yourself ripped apart. Four months since you felt like your life was ripped apart as well.

You leaned against the subway pole as it lurched to a stop. Careful to keep your head down, you stepped onto the empty platform and headed for the stairs leading to the buzzing city above. Walking into the cool evening air, the buzzing got louder and louder. You could practically feel the electricity around you screaming, pushing towards you. You tried your best to calm down, to repel that energy away. You hoped no one else could notice the lights you approached grow just a few shades brighter, then dim back down as you passed.

Trying to appear casual, you shoved your hands into your pockets. You normally hated doing this, as it felt like you were an easier target with your hands trapped. As you approached the crosswalk, you noticed Delmar’s was still open. You saw the owner counting the day’s earnings on the counter. The ‘Open’ sign felt warm, even from this far, and you were oh so tempted. Was it worth the risk? A fresh corned beef on rye with crisp pickles in exchange for your exposure? You knew your dad wasn’t surveilling this place; it was too obvious a place for you to go. But another red-clad hero… your name was sure to come across his ears sooner or later if you went in.

Ah fuck it, you thought. You hadn’t had a decent meal in ages. As you walked through the door, you sensed the sign’s hum slightly quicken, and like your mood, lit up just a little brighter.

“Miss (Y/N)!” Mr. Delmar greeted.

“Hey Mr. Delmar,” you responded timidly, forcing your smile to shorten into a grimace. Keep it quick, (Y/N). Keep it quick. “Can I just get a number seven, please?”

“Coming right up!” Mr. Delmar turned to the deli slicer. “Haven’t seen you ‘round here much lately,” he called back to you.

You tilted your head up just a little. “Yeah, been kinda running around a lot, busy,” you shrugged.

Mr. Delmar reached into the cabinet for the pickles. “Well you gotta come ‘round more often. Miss seeing you and Parker. I mean I know you’re busy but you gotta make time for your friends, too, you know.”

“Does he not come here as often?” you asked, confused.

“Nah, started coming less and less a little after you stopped showing up. Same excuse as you, busy.”

You felt a pang of guilt. You knew his ‘busy’ was him busy searching for you. You wanted to reach out to him, you really did. To tell him that you were okay, that you could do so many cool things, but also how lost you’d been feeling, how lonely it was.

Mr. Delmar appeared at the counter, holding the long-awaited plastic bag. “One corned-beef on rye, extra pickles,” he smiled.

Reaching over, you grinned, a whiff of the amazing decadence catching your nose, “Thanks, Mr. Delmar.” You pulled a bill out of your pocket, careful to not let the others spill out.

He leaned on the counter. “Hope to see you soon, (Y/N),” he called to your back.

You turned your head back, replying, “Me, too!” You felt the door swing closed behind you. “More than you know,” you muttered.

As you rounded the corner, you felt a small surge of intense energy rushing down behind you. Before you could turn to confirm what it was, the ground left your feet, and your breath was lost in the wind. You felt the excited energy around you yearning to leave the shiny red metal and enter you. So you let it. Slowly. Just slow enough to cause your rise to turn into a descent. You could vaguely hear the warning alarms in the helmet advising low energy. Your captor glided to a nearby rooftop, and you shoved his hold on you off.

“Should’ve known,” the face of the helmet disappeared, revealing the baggy-eyed, worried-eyed, clearly-not-getting-enough-sleep-and-is-worried-grimace of your dad. “You were always a sucker for Delmar’s.” Okay, so maybe he was surveilling the shop. “Is that your usual?”

You clutched the bag in your hand tighter. “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” he blinked. “I need you to stop running around like some vigilante—”

“It’s no different that what we did before!”

“It is when you’re an unsupervised kid, running around with some freaky electricity powers, playing judge, jury, and executioner!”

“I haven’t executed anybody! And don’t call me ‘kid’ when you let me go on Avenger’s missions—”

“You wanna tell that to the two robbers in the ICU?”

“They shot innocent people!”

“So what, an eye for an eye? That’s not how the system works, (Y/N)!”

“Since when did we care about the damn system?!”

“Since we signed those accords!”

“I didn’t sign them!” you retorted. “And I sure as hell won’t be now, because they’re a stupid and a waste of time! I’m not letting some politicians with an agenda to make themselves look good use me, and compromise what should be done for the good of others!”

“That’s not the point of bringing you in!”

You blinked and took a staggered step back. “So you were gonna turn me in,” you murmured. You would’ve never thought your own dad, even out of fear, would’ve turned you in to be imprisoned and tested like some lab rat.

“No, (Y/N), I was going to relocate you so we could figure out—”

Relocate me?!” you screeched. You could feel your fingertips tingling with a thousand molecular needles.

“So we could help you!” Tony howled in desperation.

“So locking me in a rubber room, that was supposed to somehow help me?” you squinted at him, not believing the shit coming out of his mouth. You clenched your fists. Nearby the street lamps flickered oh so slightly. “You’re supposed to care and nurture me, and tell me everything’s okay and help me deal with what’s happened! Not banish me to solitary confinement as if I’m some disease! Not have me poked and prodded and isolated from my life!”

Your dad stepped towards you, but you kept the distance between you the same. “I didn’t want anyone getting hurt,” he solemnly explained. “I didn’t know what would hurt you or what would happen if certain things got too close to you—”

“What like, like, a fucking lightbulb? You thought I couldn’t at least have some control?! I know I wasn’t supposed to have this shit done to me, but you could—”

“Damn right it wasn’t supposed to happen, (Y/N)! You weren’t supposed to directly touch that thing!”

“It was supposed to be simple; I didn’t think it’d turn me into a lightning bolt!”

“I thought I raised you to have better judgement than to—”

“Better judgement?!” you cried. “Is that what you were using when you pretty much imprisoned me?”

“I didn’t know what would happen! How you would handle it!”

You scoffed. “Well then you obviously don’t know me,” you seethed through clenched teeth. You turned away from your dad and stepped onto the ledge, holding out a hand behind you to stop him from advancing any further. “Thanks, dad. Really. I thought this conversation was going to go horrible but it wasn’t all that bad. At least now I know it’s not worth it to consider going back,” your placid voice dripped with sarcasm, betrayal, and anguish.

“(Y/N),” Tony warned. You replied by drawing in all the energy from his suit. You felt every last spark fly from him to you. Mustering this new energy, you surged it within you. You tensed, feeling the pulsing become more frenzied, more excited, and that familiar heat spread through you. You concentrated a little harder, and heard a softer hum that sounded much farther away.

You turned your head back to look at your dad one last time. “Bye, dad,” you sighed. You released the pent up stress, fear, and resentment in the form of white-hot electricity. Your body dissipated into a million tiny currents, rushing to that far away, soft hum as if it were a magnet.

Once you had re-formed into a (somewhat) normal human being next to a dim street lamp, you were grateful to find that you had managed to reform with your clothes and your precious sandwich. The first few times you had used your new powers to ‘teleport’, it didn’t go as smoothly. You also noticed that transporting via — electricity? — was less painful this time. Maybe it was because the pain of the past four months overshadowed it.

You walked over to a bus stop a few yards away and immediately crumpled onto it, plopping the bag next to you. Knowing you hadn’t traveled far, it wouldn’t take your dad long to find you. You were debating whether to rest up for a long jump, or just jump a few more short distances, when, for the second time that night, you were whisked off your feet.

“Oh for FUCKS SAKE!” you yelled into the night.

You relaxed, ready to let in the electricity again, but felt nothing. It was then you realized the familiarity of the comfy cotton hugging your cheek, the sturdy arms clutching your waist, and the soft scent of cookies and faint cologne. Your heart rate picked up again, and your stomach dropped even further.

Once your feet felt a sturdy ground beneath them, the arm around you loosened, but didn’t drop.

“Peter?” you breathed, barely audible.


You flung your arms around his torso, squeezing as hard as you could, and nestled your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. As you took in his scent, you squeezed your hands into fists, to stop the tingling that was growing in your fingers. You concentrated on the even breaths you could feel warming your neck.  

Warnings nagged at the back of your mind. Dad could’ve sent him. How’d he know where I was? Dad probably did send him.

“Why are you here?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“To make sure you’re ok,” he replied.

“How’d you find me?”

Peter didn’t answer right away. He knew where this would lead once he revealed it. After hearing what happened between you and Tony, he was afraid of what might happen between you two. But he couldn’t avoid the question.

“Your dad—”

Your arms went limp, and you stepped back from the embrace. You glanced up at his dark eyes that were full of relief and worry.  

“Look,” he pleaded. “All he did was say that he found you at Delmar’s. I just went there then followed you.”

You crossed your arms, frowning, “So you heard all of that?”

“Only a little,” his head drooped.

“Are they hearing this now?”

“No,” he muttered. “This old thing doesn’t have coms,” he gestured to his old ensemble.

You took a deep breath, “Look, I know you’re probably gonna try to convince me to come back and all that, so let me save you the effort.” It was your turn to lower your head, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not going back. Okay? I just… I just can’t. Especially after what I’ve done. I mean, I hate to admit it, but my dad had a point. I’ve taken it too far; not like I can’t control… this—” you gestured to yourself, “—but…” You walked over to an air condition unit and plopped down. Suddenly you remembered, “Shit, where’s my sandwich?!”

Peter shuffled over and sat next to you. He fumbled with his mask. “So, what’re you gonna do then?” he whispered. “I mean, what about school? You know? What about Ned and Michelle? What about the team? What about m—” he suddenly halted his panicked ramble.

“I dunno,” you furrowed your brows, shrugging. “I’ve lasted this long…” But you were wondering what would you do? You remembered how lonely you’d felt, how scared you’d been. You’d constantly have to hide and be on the run, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to live like that for the rest of your life.

Peter took a deep breath and swiveled to face you. “Well, um, I know you’re really serious about not going back to the team and your dad and all that, and pretty much cutting yourself off, but… well… I’d hate for you to just be constantly running and hiding, you know? Not knowing whether you’ve been caught or not.”

You cocked your head at him, “So?”

“What if…” he began, “you maybe… I dunno. What if you just, kinda, lay low at my place for a while?” His voice rose a few octaves at that last word, his question full of sincerity but unsure. “I-I mean, May wouldn’t mind, like at all, I know that. And no one would know! I wouldn’t tell anyone, and neither would May…”

You considered it for a moment. It all sounded so promising, but part of you was doubtful. That nagging voice in the back of your head, that voice you should’ve listened to four months ago. But it was quieter now. Maybe you should ignore it again. After all, what stakes were you facing now? Nothing but a friend to lose. Nothing much more to gain, either, but still…

“Come on,” Peter begged. “At least until we figure something out, like what to do, who to talk to…?”

Your eyebrows raised just a little, a little hopeful, “No one else would know?”

“No one else,” Peter shook his head. “Simple.”

You let go a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and gave in. You shifted your body completely to face Peter and pulled him into another tight embrace. His arms once again enveloped your torso, and you both nuzzled your heads on each other’s shoulders. “Alright,” you sighed. He pulled you closer and you did the same. You turned your head, your nose touching his neck. You whispered, smug, “But first, you owe me a sandwich.”

Skype Call

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

Happy fluff to cheer your day.

“Hi Honey you look a bit fuzzy” I say to him, as his picture flickers across my computer screen

Hair or picture Darling?” He sleepily asks,

“Well both to be honest but as I like the bedhead look a lot, we will let that one slide. Anyway how are you?”

“Could be the weather making the picture fuzzy, its hammering down here, making moving about outside fun. I’m fine by the way Junkets going well, answered the same question a billion times and Stan still wont come out his room and talk, DIVA!”

Stan the Diva had been a running joke all the way through the Kong shoot. A 90 foot Gorilla with a 1000 foot ego. Tom had, had me in stitches, laughing at his tales of Stan. How he was not 100 feet as advertised but just 90, as all males like to add a bit to their length. 

“You do look tired Honey, party last night?” I asked hoping he’d joined the others and not stayed in his room, preparing for all the questions he felt he’d messed up yesterday so as to give better answers today.

“Well we hadn’t seen each other for a while so lot to catch up on, and a couple of beers to help the vocal cords keep going never hurt”

“Karaoke and dancing then?”

“Yes but you should have seen my Thriller, bit of a moon walk and all”

I grinned at him and wished with all my heart I had seen his thriller instead of facing a micro meal for one and a box set of The night manager, as I had last night. I had scoffed the last of the Chocolate HobNobs which was a first normally the biscuit monster got there before me but he was in LA.

“I was thinking when we get back its time we sat down and talked about future…Ours to be precise. Time we thought about where we want to go from here.”

“In what way” I said  now having a giant panic of the next line was, its not you its me kind.

“The how about you and I make a little Dude, kind” he said and the grin he gave said it all and my grin back gave the answer.

Pictures not mine I just played.

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Busted out the Labyrinth board game tonight with my fiancé and had a lot of fun! We technically lost (ran out of rounds), but kept going until we won anyways. The game itself is super easy to learn, really fun, especially if you love the movie. Loved a lot of the mechanics - though the one mechanic I’m not a fan of is kind of the crux of the game. Essentially each turn you make some kind of skill test (speed, brawn, or wit) which is rolling a die VS another opposed die roll. I feel like that mechanic could’ve been fleshed out a bit more or changed in some way, but it didn’t bother me too much and I had a lot of fun playing. Overall, if you’re a fan of the film, I’d recommend picking it up.

Essays in Existentialism: Art Museum

Art Exhibit.

The air in the museum was fake. That recycled, decontaminated, bleached, purified kind of air that was pumped religiously at the exact temperature of nothingness. But that was part of the experience, part of the magic, part of allowing one to get swept up in the art on the walls and the statues on the floor and the sculptures on stands.

“I like this one,” Lexa mused, cheek leaning on Clarke’s head as the artist wound her arms around her arm.

“I can’t imagine doing something so well,” Clarke sighed.

“I like yours better,” Lexa promised, pushing her on to the next canvas.

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Because of the recent Medieval Fantasy ED for BNHA, the edit I made of the 2nd Popularity Poll without text is being reposted a lot across different sites without credit so I am a tiny bit salty

No wait

I am really, REALLY salty I worked hard on that shit, dammit

It took me several days to make across several months mind you — the results were released December and I finished making the textless version in MAY. I don’t know if that’s normal or there’s an easier way to make it. There were a lot of text to remove and I had to redraw all that T_T


Well. It was a fun learning experience anyway. I guess this is the advent of information sharing in the internet…and all that…

Fun fact though my signature is in the final image that’s why I know the image being reposted by everybody is mine.

Believe It Or Not. Part 1.

A Stiles Stilinski Imagine!

Summary: the story of stiles and y/n. This is going to be a multi part imagine, and each part will follow the story line for each episode! I will update each part as soon as possible. So stay tuned(:

The first day of school was tomorrow, of course I wasn’t particularly excited. Except for one reason maybe, cheerleading try outs. Tomorrow is the first day of my sophomore year, and you’re not allowed to try out to be a cheerleader for the Beacon Hills lacrosse team as a freshman.

I remember going to all of my twin brother’s, Scott, lacrosse games last year. I would watch the cheerleaders and they always looked like they were having a lot of fun and to be honest, I just wanted one of the uniforms. I never had to worry about missing Scott play while watching them, he sucked so he was always sitting on the bench with Stiles. Yet, my mom Melissa dragged me along every time anyway no matter how much I protested.

I was practicing one of the cheer routines in my room to make sure I was more than ready for try outs tomorrow when I heard a loud banging noise that sounded like it came from outside my house. I walk down the hall to my brother’s room and stood in the doorway as he looked out the window.

“Did you hear that?” I asked him.

“Yeah stay here,” he said as he grabbed his baseball bat, “I’ll go see what it is.”

“Scott I really don’t think the bat is necessary. It’s probably just the wind.” I laughed.

He just looked me in the eye and sighed, “what so I can’t be cautious?”

I moved aside so he could leave his room and watched as he jogged down the stairs. I mentioned we were twins, not identical though. We actually look nothing alike. You could say he got more of the Delgato side of the family and I got more McCall.

I started walking back to my room when I heard what sounded like two pairs of voices screaming and I ran to the edge of the stairs.

“Scott, you okay?” I yelled to him worriedly.

“Everything’s fine it’s just Stiles.”

I laughed when I heard the name, of course that dork of a kid wouldn’t knock on the door like a normal human. Stiles and Scott. Two names that just went together, they had always been best friends. That being said, I had known stiles my whole life too since he practically lived at my house. We were friends too, I mean not close or anything but definitely cared about each other because we had one person in common, Scott.

He’s the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met. I think he’s adorable though. So yes, I have a little crush you could say, on my brother’s best friend. Although it’s always just remained a crush considering how many times I hear the name, “Lydia Martin” leave his mouth. I’ll never understand his obsession though, she’s honestly such a bitch and she has a boyfriend, Jackson, anyway. And he’s just an ass.a hot ass, but still an ass.

Stiles will never stop liking Lydia, and maybe it’s better that way. Nothing could ever really happen between us considering I’m Scott’s sister, and the fact that he doesn’t like me anyway.

I watched from my window as they moved further away from my house, Stiles frantically moving his arms while explaining something my brother.
So I went to bed, I needed a good nights rest if I wanted to be on the squad.

My alarm went off very Loudly on the little table I had next to my bed. On any usual day, I’d hit snooze about seven times. But today I hopped right out of bed and got dressed. I wore my favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans, high top white converse, and a light purple lose three-quarter length shirt. I straightened my hair and pulled one piece from each side back and pinned it. Then I headed downstairs where my mom was making eggs.

“Someone’s ready for their first day.” She smiled at me and set a plate down on the table for me to sit.

“I really want to make the team mom.”

“Me too.” Scott yawned as he walked down the stairs taking his seat next to me.
“Well, first line anyway.”

I smirked at how tired he was, I heard him finally come home from being with stiles at like 2 in the morning.

“Why so tired, Scotty?” I asked innocently.

To which he just rolled his eyes and nudged me. We finished our breakfast with mom, as we talked lightly about the day ahead of us. Scott and I started walking to the car and just for fun I kicked him in the back of the knee cap and he fell into the wall on his left side. I laughed until I saw he was holding his side.

“Hey are you okay?” I asked walking closer to him.

“Yeah im good, im good,” he answered rather quickly and then continued, “just sore.”

“Sore from what? You haven’t had one practice yet.”

“Just don’t worry about it y/n.”

He turned his back and stepped in the drivers side of the car, slightly hurt I decided to drop it and get in the passenger side.
The car ride to school was rather quiet other than the songs playing on the radio. Once we parked he ran off to go meet stiles. And they started walking towards the school.

I reached in the back of the car to get my bag only for Jackson to pull up and park right next to us.
He got out, looked at me, and then laughed.

“Nice ride, McCall. Brother still have false hope of making first line?”

I was having none of this today.

“Nice hair, Whittemore. How many bottles of hair gel did that take?”

His smile fell and he just walked away. Pleased with myself, I gained the smile he lost and went to go meet my brother and Stiles. As I approached scott had just dropped his shirt back to down to his side, I was super confused.

“I knew you guys were gay for each other but no PDA in public please.” I snapped.

“Wow, you’re hilarious. How do you do it?” Stiles asked me, dripping with sarcasm. I just winked back at him. And they continued their conversation with me there.

“All right, well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found to body.” Scott said.

Body? Wolf? What?

Stiles mouth gaped open, “you- are you kidding me?” He hit Scott.

“No, man, I wish. Im gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh god, that is freakin’ awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since- since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia- you look- like you’re gonna ignore me.”

I watched the bitch red-head completely pass by possibly one of the nicest people in the world, God I hated her so much.

“It’s true love Stilinski.” I joked.

“Yeah whatever.” He winked back at me.

The bell rang, so I started to walk towards the front doors of the school. “Alright guys, see you later.” I offered as I turned my back to them and started walking. Little did I know Stiles was watching me walk away, but Scott knew.
- - -
“Stiles, if you’re going to check out my sister, please make sure im not here.” Scott joked walking next to his best friend.

Stiles looked at him in confusion.

“Y/n? No- I wasn’t- no.”

Scott just laughed and shook his head, Stiles may be the smart on in this friendship, but scott isn’t dumb.
- - -
I sat in front of stiles, and next to scott in our class as the teacher mumbled on about the body or something, I don’t know exactly I wasn’t listening.

I bit the bottom of my pen as I pretended to read the syllabus in front of me. But then I noticed Scott acting off. He was looking all around then he made eye contact with me. I questioned ‘what the hell’ the best I could with my facial expression but he just looked at my with same confused stare and looked down to his desk, I stayed focused on him worried.

After a few seconds he shifted his gaze to the door of the classroom and just kept staring at it. I glanced back at stiles and he just shrugged and returned to his syllabus. Within the next ten seconds, a crazy pretty girl with brunette hair walked through the door.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”

She smiled shyly as she walked to the only empty seat, behind scott. He turned around and her eyes met his, all he did was hand her a pen. To which she said thanks.

That a boy Scotty, I thought. Can’t be on first line without a girl by your side.
- - -
I walked past the new girl standing by her locker, poor Allison was being bombarded by Queen Martin already. Scott and Stiles were diagonal from the two girls and I approached them as they were talking to this other girl, I walked up right as she was saying-

“Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, n’s she’s already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?”

To which Stiles answered, “Because she’s hot. Beautiful people herd together.”

I scoffed.

“Always wondered how you’re not apart of her clique, y/n.”

Stiles commented, then looked shocked that what he said actually came out of his mouth. Did he just call me beautiful in some backwards way? I didn’t say anything, I figured I would just let it drop.

(Scott heard it though, and he smiled between his sister and his oblivious best friend.)

Scott was staring very intently over towards Allison.

“Scott, at least blink to look like less of a creep.” I hit his shoulder. But he just smiled at me and didn’t say anything.

- - -
Lacrosse and cheerleading try outs were at the same time. They got one half of the field and we got the other. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I sat on the bleachers because we still had 15 minutes until we started our tryouts and lacrosse was getting ready to start. I sat at the very top, I watched as Allison and Lydia made their way up to the empty space next to me considering it was the only space there was. Allison sat next to me, not super close, there was still a little space between us.

She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Hi I’m Allison, we have that class together right?” She reached her hand out toward me, and I took it.

“Yep, nice to meet you too I’m y/n. Welcome to beacon hills. Nothing exciting ever happens in this town.”

We both laughed, “so you’re going out for cheerleading?”
She asked. Catching on that I was wearing one of the uniforms.

Which apparently seemed to grab Lydia’s attention because she leaned behind Allison and looked at me, and before I could answer-

“You. Are going out for cheerleading?” She questioned, brows raised.

I smiled sweetly at her, “as a matter of fact I am! Thanks for the support Lydia it means a lot, truly.”

Allison slightly laughed and then smiled at me, “it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

I just nodded in response and turned my attention back towards the field as the boys began tryouts. Until I heard allison ask Lydia a question.

“Who is that?” She pointed at Scott!

“Him? Im not sure who he is, why?” Lydia answered.

“He’s in my english class.”

I leaned over towards Allison, “that’s Scott McCall. He’s amazing, you’d really like him.”

She looked at me and continued, “how do you know him?”

I smirked and looked her in the eye, “he’s my brother.”

I stood up to go to my tryouts, “wish me luck” I whispered at the girls as I walked down the steps of the bleachers.
- - -
I walked in my house with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever had on my face. I entered my home with my backpack in one hand, and new & ironed cheerleading uniform in the other. I set my stuff down in my room quickly before heading to Scott’s room to see how the rest of his tryouts went.

I walked in to see my mom waiting by his bathroom door.

“Hey mom.” I greeted.

She smiled, “so how’d it go?”

“I made it!” I giggled as I went to hug her.

“Sweetie that’s amazing! My little cheerleader. Oh, and Scott made first line!” She informed me as she pulled away.

“Really?” I said excited for my brother, and that’s when he walked out wearing nothin but a towel.

“Mom! Y/n!”

Momma didn’t waste any time, “is this a party or a date?” She asked.

“Maybe both.” He answered with a small smile.

I crossed my arms, “and what’s her name?”


“ALLISON THE NEW GIRL? SCOTT WAY TO GO!” I lightly punched his chest.

“I talked to her at tryouts, she seems super nice.” I added.

I left his room because the convo between him and mom got kinda, weird. As I walked towards my room my phone vibrated in my back pocket, it was stiles.

I answered.

“Yo y/n are you going to that party tonight?”

“Hmm, go to a party with a ton of people I don’t talk to? Orr stay home and walk around the house in my new cheerleading uniform? I choose number two.”

“Oh congrats, I knew you’d make it!” He said very sweetly, thank god this WASNT a real conversation because I was hardcore blushing.
“But no, please go with me and Help me keep an eye on scott?”

“Keep an eye on scott why-”

“Awesome y/n thanks! Get dressed and I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up and I rolled my eyes, I didn’t need to change from what I was already wearing but I re-brushed my hair and applied more mascara.

I heard the screech of the jeep in front of my house signaling that Stiles was here. I walked out and hopped in the passenger side and quickly got my seatbelt on not realizing he was staring at me until I looked up.

“What?” I demanded.

“Nothing, sorry. You just look pretty, that’s all.” He scrambled nervously for the words.

“Thanks.” I blushed and then he started driving. He had complimented me many times like that before, and it always makes my heart flutter. But I can never let myself get too happy. Because even if he calls me pretty, he calls Lydia beautiful.

We arrived at the party and he came around and opened my side of the jeep for me.

I laughed, “what a gentlemen.”

We walked into the party and saw scott dancing with Allison. Hell yeah I was so proud of him for landing a girl.

“I hope something good comes out of them.” I whispered to Stiles looking at them.

“I just hope he doesn’t rip her to shreds.”

I looked at him, “what?”

“Nothing!” He said quickly and loudly causing some people to look, “I’ll go get us drinks.”

I stood exactly where he left me glancing around at all the people here. I really did need to get out more, I barley know any of their names. I shook my head and looked to find scott and allison again. Instead I found Allison by herself and Scott rushing to leave the party. As Allison followed, Stiles came back and I pointed out to him what was going on.

“I hope my brothers not screwing this up by being a dick.”

“I don’t think it’s his fault,” stiles said so quiet I barely heard it, “here hold these.” He handed me the drinks and left me again.

He never came back, I ended up having to walk home from the party. Was I pissed? You betcha.
- - -
I didn’t talk to scott that morning, nor Stiles when I saw him.

He quickly realized I was ignoring him and ran down the hall until he caught my arm.

“Hey, y/n are you okay?”

I didn’t look at him, “yeah, think im catching a cold though. That’s what happens when you walk miles to your own house after your friend leaves you.” I snapped.

“Jesus y/n im so sorry. I had something really really important to take care of.”

I scoffed at his lack of detail, “so am I going to get an actual explanation?” I smiled to lighten the mood, I wasn’t going to stay mad.

“Just trust me when I say it’ll never happen again?”

I laughed at how adorable he was when he’s sorry.

“Just this once, Stilinski.”

We both walked outside to see that Scott had just made up with Allison too.

“Alight I gotta go, Scott and I have practice.” He said to me.

And before I could even say- “okay, see ya.”
He was already walking away.

So I watched him walk until I couldn’t see him anymore.

anonymous asked:

Could you please post a picture of the sumo / sushi? I'm so interested!

Sure. (Sorry for the giant watermarks. I keep finding my stuff reposted without credit.) Anyway, here ya go:

It’s definitely a bit silly, but I had a lot of fun designing this. It was super hard to figure out how to make a doll transform into sushi, but now that I’ve done it, it seems obvious! You just pull out the middle, flip the top part inside out, stick the middle back in upside down, and fasten the strap. The only other transforming crochet things I’ve ever seen were all one piece, but if you only make one piece, that means you have to leave a big opening somewhere to flip it inside out, and there’s not really a place on a doll to leave an opening like that. So I had to make it in two pieces that fit together. Problem solving ftw! Also I know Ed’s sumo costume in the Shape of You video had a blue belt, but if I’d made the doll with a blue belt and strap, the sushi side would also be wearing blue. So I made it black instead. The sushi side says, “This is how I roll.” :)

I’m glad Ed likes sushi. This would have been a lot harder to make if it had to be a ketchup bottle. 

anonymous asked:

Do you really not like drawing for tumblr?

i like drawing for this blog bc i can get fun and unique requests that i can interpret how i want but most of the time dailyrowlet is pretty monotonous

for dailyrowlet i have to use the same brush to keep a consistent style and i have to make a genuine effort and i dont wanna be too repetitive but a lot of the time i am anyway 

idk drawing the same thing in the exact same way every day for (at this point) at least 160 days gets really draining, especially since i was doing 6 per day at one point 

i think theres honestly a clear difference between the things i had fun drawings and the stuff i drew because i knew i had to so hopefully ill start feeling better soonish