Klance Carnival AU where Lance’s little sister volunteers at a local carnival as a fortune teller and Lance tags along to help out. Shiro and Keith also volunteer and after their shifts are over, Shiro dares Keith to get his fortune told because Keith doesn’t believe in all that junk
“Come on Keith, if you don’t believe in magic what makes you think those conspiracy theories are even real?” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”
Lance doesn’t know too much about tarot cards, but he was really interested in palm reading during middle school and literally spent nights researching about it and reading his entire family’s palms
“Lance, just watch the booth for ten minutes I’ve been sitting here for like five hours straight, tell whoever shows up that I’ll be right back”
Keith walks in, rolls his eyes and almost immediately walks out when he sees a crystal ball but Lance’s voice keeps him from leaving “So you’re here for some answers? You might have to wai-” “I-I’m actually here to see just how real this actually all is” “Oooh so you’re a non believer huh?”
They sit down at a circular table and Keith kinda regrets storming in here immediately after what Shiro said because he’s actually nervous and expected an old lady to be running this booth…not some attractive guy
“Palm please.” Keith’s face gets a little red when Lance gently grabs his hand
“What are you doing?” “Palm reading.” “But the sign outside says card reading not palm reading.” “O-oh uh this is a special edition for non-believers only.”
“Is this your first palm reading, Keith?” “How did yo-” “You’re wearing a volunteer name tag”
Lance feels a bit rusty because it has been a while since he’s last read a palm so he’s just aimlessly dragging the tip of his finger across Keith’s palm (which is really much softer than it looks)
Lance sort of gets lost in thought and realizes he’s been tracing the lines for minutes now. He looks up at Keith to see if he’s noticed and then attempts to hold in his laughter when he sees just how intense Keith is looking at their hands
“Why are you laughing, did my hand say something weird about me?”
Bonus: Lance’s sister gets distracted by the cotton candy machine and takes a bit longer than intended
S.P.A.C.E. is almost here and I’m spending all day tomorrow re-stocking my hand made sketchbooks and printing!
Can’t wait to see ya’ll there! Come up and talk to me about tea, and hockey, and check please and literally anything oh my god I don’t have someone to sit at my table with me so I’m going to be lonely D:
The lift opens to the 7th floor of your new apartment. Somehow you managed to drag a suitcase, carry a backpack, and balance 3 boxes in one arm all at the same time. You can’t really see where you’re going as you walk down the hall, the boxes blocking your line of vision. Turning around a corner, an unexpected force sends you falling backwards onto your butt and sprawled on the floor. A dog is suddenly on top of you, licking all over your face.
“Hello there,” you chuckled as the dog continued giving you wet dog kisses. Sitting up on the floor, you scratch behind the dog’s ear. You can’t help but notice that the dog looks like-
“Tessa! Don’t run off like that!” A familiar voice called from down the hall.
You froze. Tessa? Is that who you think he is.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” You glanced up to meet a pair of deep brown eyes and the unmistakable mop of brown hair. It’s Tom Holland. You gaped at his outstretched hand in front of you. It’s really him! And you’re probably staring at his hand for a little bit too long.
Snapping out of your daze, you accepted his hand and he helps you up. “No, not at all! I’m perfectly fine, Tessa is only giving me a warm welcome,” You assured him patting Tessa’s head.
“You must be my new neighbor,” Tom said, eyeing your scattered things on the floor. He bends down and starts picking up your boxes.
Picking up your suitcase and slinging your backpack over one shoulder you answered, “Yes I am. Thank you.” You reached to take the boxes out of his hands but Tom took a step back.
“No, let me help you. It’s the least I can do to welcome my new neighbor,” he insisted and motions for you to follow him.
“Aren’t you and Tessa going for a walk?” You questioned, noticing the leash Tom is holding as he leads you down the hall.
“Yes, but I’m sure Tessa wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes.” He beamed at you, “Plus, she likes you.”
You glanced at Tessa who’s walking beside you, tail wagging happily. “I’m glad she does.” You turned your attention back to Tom. “How do you know I’m moving in?” you asked.
“I saw your things getting delivered here yesterday,” Tom explained before stopping by a door. “This is yours.” He turned around to point a door right across yours, “And that is mine.”
“You never told me we’re right across each other,” you said as you opened the door with your key. “I guess we’d be seeing each other a lot.”
“I don’t mind,” Tom grinned as he walked into your apartment. Thankfully he didn’t notice the slight blush on your cheeks from his comment as he is bending down to place your boxes on the floor.
“Thank you for your help,” you smiled gratefully at Tom when he stood back up, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Your welcome uhh,”
“Y/N, my name is Y/N L/N,” you added.
“Your welcome Y/N,” he said, sending a blinding smile your way. “I’m Tom. Tom Holland.”
You chuckled, “I kinda already knew that.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “You do?”
“Yeah, but I recognized Tessa first,” you smirked teasingly at him.
Tom rolled his eyes but he can’t stop the amused smile from eppearing on his lips. “Ha ha. Very funny Y/N.” He follows you to the door. “But since you like Tessa so much, maybe you’d like to join me to walk her tomorrow morning?”
Is this for real? Tom Holland is asking you to hang out with him?
“I thought I can show you around since you’re new here,” Tom continued, staring at you hopefully.
“I’d loved to!“ you blurted, a little bit too excitedly. Catching yourself, you cleared your throat before trying again. “Sure, at what time?”
“I’ll come knocking at 9.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and thrust it to you. “Can you type in your number? You know, in case of sudden rearrangements.”
You took his phone and swiftly reached into your bag, getting out your phone and gave it to him. You quickly exchanged numbers.
“I guess I better go,” Tom told you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
Behind him, Tessa barks as she continues running in circles. "Tessa’s getting impatient.” Tom went out the door and attached Tessa’s leash to her collar. “Bye Y/N, and happy unpacking,” he chirped, waving as Tessa starts walking down to the lift.
“Thank you for your help.” You waved at him one last time before closing your apartment door. Letting out a squeal of excitement that you’ve been holding, you threw yourself onto a nearby couch.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling as you replayed the last 10 minutes in your mind, a smile ghosting your lips. You’re about to close your eyes, when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You sit up, checking your phone to see a message from Tom. You giggled at the contact name Tom created for himself and unlocked your phone.
Your best neighbor:I like how you still act normal around me even though you know who I am. I sound like an arrogant dick huh? But that’s the truth. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow Y/N.
You know that fanfic you’ve been putting off? Go write a paragraph for it. Five complete sentences. Don’t matter where in the story it is, just write it. What about that one fanfic’s chapter you haven’t proofread? Go do it, right now. Have you updated that fanfic recently? You might wanna do that. I love fanfics
You know that drawing you’ve been doing? Have you finished sketching it? Go do that. Have you finished doing it’s line art? Finish that lineart. Coloring? COLOR IT UP! Shading? WHATCHA DOIN?! What? You have a finished work? Why haven’t you posted it?! I wanna see!
You see that art you really like? Go reblog it. Leave cute things in the tags. The artist wants to see what you have to say. Maybe even give a little helpful advice.
Hey, did you finish that reading that fanfic? Leave a comment! Give the writer some love! Trust me, they want all that. They even want some helpful criticism if you can give it!
What? You’re not doing any of this?
You’re not good at any of these?
I disagree. Go. Make art. Make stories. Make someone smile.
keep in mind this is a general opinion formed by what i’ve seen happen in this community over the 5 years i’ve been here. this is not addressed to anyone specifically,but if you fit in the list you should second guess your actions to make this place just a tad friendlier :)
people don’t give two shits about your stories. there’s usually the same 2 or 3 people who read your in-depth stories and comment nice things. the others don’t even bother liking if it’s more than 3 lines of text???
nobody gives a damn about sims stories that dont include images: people apparently need images to enjoy a story. have you ever read an actual book? don’t judge a story just because it lacks visual stimulation. the writing will be worth your time.
people don’t understand metaphors and deep posts. sometimes it’s really hard to express actual things through your posts,because people will either find it too complicated,too “over edited” or too sensitive
about sensitive content, sometimes people fail to tag stuff perfectly and people jump straight into anon hate instead of NICELY letting them know they should add a trigger tag or w/e makes them happy. like why can’t you be nice about it instead of sending anons?
people assume that if you don’t have good quality posts you’re shit and you don’t deserve anything: you.are.a.hypocrite.YOU were once new and YOU were the same.
the “popular”simblrs idea still flows through the community after years and years, even if many big simblrs decided to be nice and open up to people
those who don’t bother responding but complain nobody talks to them: if you didn’t take a hiatus every 5 seconds because nobody liked your post, and responded to messages, you’d receive attention from people. engage to engage.
people who complain about not having enough likes/comments/reblogs etc: you HAVE TO talk to people to have them be nice to you ! you can’t just expect people to flock to your blog and shower you with adoration. don’t expect people to just comment on your stuff and you can ignore them and that’s it. you make friends. you talk to people, you thank them, you comment on their posts. THIS is how you actually get involved in the community
according to simblr, if you’re new you’re automatically stupid? why do we not give chances to new people?why do we only follow 3 people and only message 2 and then complain nobody talks to us? help others join in, involve them in the community,COLLAB with people, chat with them. ENGAGE TO ENGAGE
“SEND ME ASKS!!! ASK ME THINGS!!!” but you never bother to send the person you reblogged it from an ask yourself. if you do that you’ll 100% sure get an ask from the previous poster. don’t be an ass
people who come to your blog,reblog your entire cc tag and never engage again: WHY? do you just come for cc?? you could take 3 seconds of your life to scroll through the first 5-10 posts of that person’s blog and send them some nice words of encouragement or leave them some notes instead of just running away?
every time a new project happens 700+people reblog,comment,like etc but nobody actually ends up joining??? and if they DO join, they go inactive. like??can you NOT???or if you go inactive could you at least just tell the owner of the project? you know, someone just like you is out there managing a project on their own(or with a team!) but you can’t be bothered to do that?rude
we all have personal lives and it is normal to take breaks, hiatus-es and so on,but it would be great if you leave to simply make a post about it. so many people go completely inactive or disappear and it worries others, maybe something happened to them?maybe they have issues? some people DO care and they would talk to you if you left/took a break
responding to anon hate,reblogging drama, publicly calling out people, posting about “not caring about simsecret”. ALL THESE THINGS add up to the HATE in this community. if y’all stopped , deleted those anons, avoided reblogging drama, ignored callouts and sorted it privately then this community WOULD be a better,cleaner place. trust me, i know!
catfishing,spamming the tags, begging for attention,asking for reblogs/promos: we are not 5 y/os anymore. stop being a fucking ignorant ass. it’s 2017 and y’all still do this. calm down.
ignoring people reaching out to you: LISTEN if you do this you’re a fucking asshole. people who kindly,politely,nicely reach out to you for something you did wrong or w/e are people who DO care and who want to sort things out in a civil way. if you ignore them and even respond negatively nothing will come out of it. don’t be a fucking twat
do you not like someone? FUCKING BLOCK THEM. this is all you have to do. nothing more or less.stop spreading ddrama,hate, saving message screenshots. be fucking mature.
people who post stuff just to fish compliments and dont ever bother responding or giving back love: you suck
“my askbox is full”nah, you’re either lazy or just really busy(which is understandable!) but being lazy about responding to people is just rude to me, maybe it’s just me. maybe.
the hateful anons: go suck an egg and chill out: this is a game and everyone does whatever they want with it.
people who care 0 for your ocs but they believe they are entitled to receive worshiping over theirs: can you calm down and realize what you’re doing?
“My dash is empty!!! everyone is dead!!!” there’s over 10 thousand people in this community who post every day. Do yourself a favor and follow more people if you want a full dash at all times. Click meClick me 2
To those tho can’t be bothered to leave a heart on simfileshare: you don’t deserve the cc you’re getting for FREE form people who put hours into their work.
“BIG simblrs dont talk to me!!” they do. you’re just not messaging the right people ;) not all ‘big’ simblrs are rude ;)
people only care about cc. post a picture and it gets no notes, but post cc and it spreads like wildfire. what is wrong with you all??
Don’t be too shy to message people.Get involved with chats, talk with others, join projects, ENGAGE with the community to get feedback and notes. You’ll be getting nowhere if you don’t bother being kind and friendly with others :)
Taehyung x reader. This 2 part series changed my life because I was never about mermaid!bts until this came around?? It’s my number one right now, I’m probably going to read it over again because this was AMAZING. I’m still in awe with how well it was written and it intrigued me from the first sentence. Read it, you won’t be sorry!!!
Jungkook x reader. A comedic, adorable and pleasingly long oneshot with ALL the boys incorporated, which I applaud Ivory on because that shit is hard to do. I love the idea of camping with the boys and really it’s never been elaborated on until this story popped up.
Namjoon x reader. Ya’ll KNOW I have a total thing for dad!bts and this is no exception and is quite truthfully a new favorite because it’s ADORABLE. If you liked Ankle Biter, look at this one because it is truly sweet and has me all in my feelings ok. Best part is, is that M IS A MUTUAL YAAY
Hoseok x reader. LOVEEEE. Love. Oh my gosh. Sam is such a talented writer and honestly this is one of my favorite pieces from her, and although it’s currently on hiatus the parts are quite long so it’ll keep you nice and occupied. I’m a sucker for dad!bts au’s so here’s another and I am nooot sorry
Maknae line x reader. This one fucked me up and there’s more than one part so be prepared to be extra fucked up? Laura is an AMAZING writer, I have legit read every piece of writing she has written and I need more omg
Jungkook x reader. This one isn’t just plain smut which I love, the author has actually incorporated comedic conversation which I loveloveloved because normally you get some flirting and straight to the smut? Idk I adored this one
Jungkook x reader. OKAY. This one absolutely BROKE my heart and I’m still not over it. I want to read it again but I don’t think my heart can take it; it is beautifully written and I’ve always adored the song linked to this fic but now @jungkxook has put it into words :’)
Seokjin x reader. Always gotta have Jordan on here because her fics are masterpieces, especially this one. How do I even start with this one? One of the best Seokjin pieces I have read, because somehow @floralseokjin dominates in the conversation department (where I can’t write a decent conversation to save my life).
Dialogue is an important part of storytelling. While
I’m not perfect by any means, I definitely consider this to be my strength when
it comes to writing. So hopefully I can shed some light on this subject and
help those that want to improve their dialogue in some capacity.
I consider internalized
thoughts dialogue said to oneself. Which is why I’m going to talk about it here.
I like to use dialogue
for characterization, mostly. Since it really won’t move the story forward
(since the character is only thinking it to themselves), I find it helps to
create juxtaposition between what is said and thought.
Examples of how to use
what is said vs. what is thought to create drama
Character is quiet or
seems that way, and thinks a LOT more than what they say
A character is a liar, so
they may say one thing, but we don’t know it’s a lie until they think it
A character is trying to
examine someone or something else silently
A mute character
A character that reads
minds—can be challenging but fun to write
Speech and creating
Think about the way
someone speaks: accents, if they use curse words, if they’re always “proper” or
always using slang
Think about what they say
vs. what they won’t. Are they falsely sweet? Always challenging someone?
Having one character have
a saying they always use is a fun way to build personality. For instance, Ron
in the Harry Potter books always saying “Bloody hell”. You can come up with
your own creative “curse words” that aren’t actually curse words. That will definitely
up the personality of the writing and characters.
Advice for writing dialogue
If you have trouble
varying the speech between characters, I’d suggest 1. Listening to people
around you and what they say and how.
2. To practice.
Think about various emotions and how that can change the tone,
words chosen, etc. Speech and dialogue will
really speed up scenes. So if you feel like a chapter is paced a little bit too
slowly, adding some dialogue between characters will speed it up.
If you’re stronger at description
and find you never add enough dialogue, look through your piece and think about
various areas that could be changed to dialogue instead of description OR
scenes that could have a small but interesting conversation.
On the same note,
sometimes it’s easier to describe a conversation than write it all out.
example, conversations that happened in the past that someone is describing,
conversations that perhaps are important to know happened in general but not in
You don’t always have to
write out the FULL conversation. A good example of this is phone conversations.
Writing out all the pleasantries (greetings and polite “how are you”s) really
aren’t necessary. Get the main “point” of the conversation. I.e. why it is
important for the reader to know.
Not every line of
dialogue needs a dialogue tag (i.e. “she said”). If it’s between two people, and
they’re really going at it (because they’re angry or they’re playfully
bantering or something), the dialogue tags become unnecessary and honestly bog
down the quick flow. Just clue the readers every few lines or so.
Read your conversations
out loud! Does anything sound awkward or unnatural? Hearing it will help clue
you into those areas that could be changed or revised.
Story Summary: An Anon Request:
Hey, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot? Something along the lines of the reader is a bit more on the curvy side, and on a hunt with the boys regarding a strip club, she has to be a dancer? If you do smut maybe a little of that, but if not maybe just a jealous Dean/Sam (I can never choose XD)? I really love your blog, and thanks for taking the time just to read this! Xoxo
Sorry this took so long!! Also, please be kind, I haven’t written much smut before, and I’m a little nervous about it.
I tagged my forevers and Sam, but please don’t read if you don’t do smut!
Warnings: Explicit. exhibitionism. Smut.
Sighing in frustration, you
scared at the skimpy costumes laid out in front of you. Each one meant for a
girl much smaller and lithe than you were. Not even sure the skimpy boy shorts
would slide over your abundant thighs, you were about in tears when Sam came
striding through the door.
“Y/N, we’ve narrowed it down
to a vampire. We just need you to catch his eye, and we can capture him once
and for all.” Sam told you, ignoring the curious glances from the other girls
as they passed your open door.
“Sam…” You started, watching
as another beautiful, skinny woman passed by your door, dressed skimpily. “I
don’t think I can do this.”
I’m mega crushing on Dad!Chris at the moment, if you couldn’t tell. Will this dude just hurry up and have a couple of kids already? I’ll gladly volunteer as tribute!
So this is from the same verse as the last three, with the Model!You. This is more about Chris and the eldest child, Mason, though: ‘you’ doesn’t feature in it too heavily.
Also lots of dialogue. You know how much Chris loves a bedtime story ;)
It was Friday night and you were out with friends having a few cocktails and good catch up. Chris and the kids had dropped you off in the city earlier and he’d told you to go have fun. He knew how important it was for you to catch up with your friends, especially from Victoria’s Secret. It kept that part of your life present and Chris knew it was important for you to just be you, as well as being a wife and a mother. So he’d kissed you from the driver’s seat of the SUV and watched as you sashayed into the bar, before doing a u-turn and heading back home.
The kids had eaten earlier and after a movie (The Rescuers, because Chris believed in keeping the classics alive) and a quick bedtime story, they were all fast asleep in their respective beds.
Chris had mooched about with a beer in hand, playing with Dodger (as much as ten year old Dodger would allow) and watching a few sports commentary shows. Although, like all busy parents, Chris sometimes longed for an hour or two to himself in the day, when he actually got it, he found he was bored shitless. What did he even used to do with his time before he had you and the kids?
So when Mason, his eldest at eight years old, appeared at the living room door sleepily rubbing his eyes and looking a bit miserable, Chris found he was actually something close to being relieved.
‘Hey little man, what’s up? I thought you were asleep?’
‘I was but I think I had a bad dream and now I can’t get back to sleep.’
‘You want to sit here with me and Dodger for a bit, take your mind off it?’ Chris patted the sofa next to him.
Mason nodded and dropped himself down next to his dad.
‘When will mom be home?’
'I’m not sure, she’s getting a ride back later. Is there something you want to talk about?’ Chris sensed there was a motivation behind the question. He hoped that all his children felt they were able to approach either of their parents equally with any problems but he understood as much as anyone that there were some things you just needed to talk to your mom about. In your absence, however, he needed to be that person for Mason.
'I don’t know… I feel like you’re going to be mad,’ Mason admitted uncomfortably, not making eye contact.
That immediately had all kinds of scenarios whirling around Chris’ mind.
'What’s wrong? Why would I be mad? Are you in trouble?’ He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice but knew he was failing.
'Oh it doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for mom tomorrow,’ Mason made to stand up but Chris gently tugged him back by his arm.
'Sorry dude, I just get worried. I promise I’ll just listen and not ask so many questions.’
'And you won’t get mad?’ Mason looked up hopefully from where he was now tucked under Chris’ arm.
Chris hesitated for a second, formulating the best answer, 'I reserve judgement on that, but as long as you’re okay, I won’t get mad.’
His son looked away again and, taking a deep breath, began to speak:
'So, some kids at school today, they were making fun of me called me an 'accident’. That I wasn’t supposed to be born. That you and mom didn’t want me.’
Mason had been right, Chris was mad. Where would a bunch of kids even get that notion? There had been some speculation around the time the news of your pregnancy broke and it’s closeness to the wedding date but how would kids even… fucking parents. The parents were even worse than the kids at that shitty school, Chris would swear it. Stuck up, judgemental parents who somehow thought that forking out tens of thousands of dollars for their kids education made them the law on everything, like everyone wasn’t paying fees there.
'Who was it? Give me names and I’ll email the principal right now,’ Chris demanded, plucking his phone from where it rested on the coffee table.
'Dad, no!’ Mason panicked, and then started to get frustrated, 'Forget it, I’ll just talk to mom tomorrow.’
He ran from the room and Chris could hear his footsteps one after the other up the stairs. He was caught somewhere between boiling rage and confusion. Firstly, how dare anyone say those kinds of things to his son! But swiftly overtaking that rage was the realisation that he needed to help Mason right now, and not fly off the handle bombarding half his teachers with emails on a Friday night.
So, he rose from the sofa and followed the footsteps his son had taken only moments earlier. He gently knocked on Mason’s door and pushed it fully open to the darkness of his room. The glow-in-the-dark stars cast tiny shadows against the models of planets that hung from the ceiling. In the slice of light that fell through the doorway from the hall, Chris could make out a Mason-shaped lump on his bed, covered completely, head and all, by his constellation bed sheets.
Chris took his silence and stillness as a blessing to enter and he sank himself down onto the mattress where he thought Mason’s feet may have been.
'Mase? I’m sorry dude, I said I’d listen and I didn’t. But I’ve realised it’s more important that I tell you the truth than go mad at the punks that upset you.’
That had Mason shifting and his head emerged as he folded his sheets over, tucking them under his arms.
'What do you mean, the truth?’ His voice was thick and Chris’ heart broke knowing that he’d been crying. Kids could be so mean to each other.
'The truth about you, of course,’ Chris spoke like Mason should know exactly what he was talking about.
'Dad, tell me.’
'I was on a press conference panel for the last Avengers film. I’d been away from your mom for a just over a month and it was pretty hard, being away that long when we were getting married so soon. And it was really busy then and we were on different time zones and it was really difficult to talk on the phone.’
'But I remember feeling my phone buzz in my pocket when I was stood in the wings waiting to go out on the stage and I pulled it out quickly to check it. I saw it was your mom and the first line I saw on my notifications was 'I really hate to do this via text…’ and I immediately jumped to all the worst conclusions.’
'What does that mean, Dad?’ Mason enquired.
'It means I was already imagining that something bad had happened. I thought she was going to tell me she wanted to break up with me!’ Chris’ hands were flying along with his words.
'Daaaaddddd, that would never happen!’ Mason rolled his eyes but he sat up in his bed with a chuckle and Chris knew he was swimming to the surface of his worries.
'I know right?! But that’s what I thought when I saw that first line!’
'So you had to read it before you went out, right?’ Mason leant forward slightly, enthralled.
'Of course! So, heart pounding, I opened up the message. The host is outside whipping up the crowd and announcing us but I don’t hear any of it because I’m so focused on this message and can you guess what it said?’ Chris leant forward towards Mason, eyes wide.
'Just tell me! Please!’
'It said, 'I really hate to do this via text but you’re not due home for weeks and we keep playing phone tag and I just need you to know. You remember I said I’ve been feeling pretty weird for a couple of weeks? Well, after ruling all obvious things out, I just took a test and… we’re having a baby! Have a great day sweetheart, even though I know it will be impossible to have anything but now. Call me when you get a chance so we can be excited together. Love you.’
'Was that me? Was I the baby?’ Mason was up on his knees now, clinging on to Chris’ arm and bouncing.
'You sure were,’ Chris laughed.
'Wait,’ his son went from barely able to contain his excitement to still and contemplative, 'How do you even remember all that?’
Chris pulled him into his side, 'Dude, you know what my job is, right?’
'Yeah, but it’s been years! I’m eight years old now! And you don’t really act much now!’
'Okay, okay, you got me. I screenshot it straight away and I’ve had it saved in my Cloud ever since. Want to see?’
Mason just nodded eagerly and so Chris grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and located the screenshot. He passed it to Mason who held it between his palms like it was precious. He read the screen, his little face of wonder glowing in the back light.
'Did you reply?’ he turned to Chris after reading the message.
'Not by text. Everyone else was heading out on to the stage around me and I had to go with them. I sat down in front of everyone, loads of people in the crowd, all screaming and lights flashing and music playing and I knew that I had to be there, it was part of my job.’
'But I couldn’t focus. On anything. I was ready to burst inside. And I knew that if I didn’t call your mom right there and then, it could be days and days before we got to talk again. Someone asked me a question and I didn’t even hear it. All the cast were looking at me like I had three heads and I was frozen in my own thoughts.’
'And I just got up and left. I had to speak to your mom and I couldn’t tell everyone there about the news I’d just got even though it was exploding from me. So I walked off stage.’
'No way! Dad!’ Mason exclaimed in awe.
'I’d never done anything like that before. It’s on YouTube!’
Chris pulled up the YouTube app and, doing a quick search, found the video.
'Did you get in trouble?’ Mason wondered after watching it.
'A little bit, but no one could be too mad a few weeks later when we could share the news with our friends.’
'And were they excited too?’ Mason didn’t quite meet his eyes but Chris could hear the hope in his voice.
'Mase, everyone was excited. You were the best news we could ever share with anyone. Just think about Christmas and birthdays for a minute. What are the best kinds of presents?’
Mason sat still while he thought and eventually came up with an answer, 'When you get something you wanted but didn’t think you would get.’
'Exactly, and finding out about you was like getting all my surprise birthday and Christmas presents at once,’ Chris squeezed him to his side in a one-armed hug, 'I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to get you so soon, but you arrived and made my life a thousand times better.’
'I did?’ Mason looked up at him with eyes exactly the same as yours.
'You did,’ Chris replied definitively, 'and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.’
It was after one a.m. when you snuck into the house after a really fun night out with your friends. You tiptoed straight upstairs and, one after the other, headed into the rooms of all your children to kiss them goodnight, gently so as not to wake them.
Mason’s room was the furthest from the stairs so you got to his last, but was surprised upon entering to find not only your eldest son but also your husband, fast asleep.
Chris was on his back, one leg hanging over the side of the narrow bed, one hand resting on his chest. His other arm held Mason, who was using Chris’ shoulder as a pillow, to him tightly.
You paused beside them to take in just how adorable they were before leaning over to gently shake Chris awake. You didn’t have the heart to leave him as he was, knowing how uncomfortable he’d be in the morning having slept in this position.
His eyes fluttered open and you leant down to kiss him lightly.
'Hey babe, didn’t want you to be sore in the morning, although the two of you are the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my life.’
'Thanks sweetheart,’ came the drowsy reply.
Chris came round slowly and realised where he was. He ever so carefully slid Mason’s head on to his pillow and stood up, taking care not to jostle the bed too much.
You leant over to press your lips to Mason’s forehead and followed Chris to your bedroom. You did a quick brush of your teeth and swiped the majority of your make up off with a face wipe before stripping down to your underwear and heading for bed.
'Was he okay?’ you asked as you climbed in under the sheets next to your husband.
'Yeah, he’s fine now,’ Chris pulled you to him, already beginning to drift off having not really fully woken up from his nap in Mason’s room, 'I’ll tell you the full story in the morning but we had a good chat about what happened when we found out we were having him.’
'I hope you showed him the screenshot and the video,’ you replied, beginning to fall to sleep yourself.
If you are a fandom hoe just like me and enjoy reading boyxboy smut greatly, then you are in the right place. This a master list of rec of my favorite pieces I have come across. I will be updating frequently for you guys. I hope you enjoy cuties :-)
Summary: Mark’s in a frat. So is Jackson. They might be a Thing. But also there’s Jinyoung.
Why I am recommending: One of my favorite fics of all time (which says a lot because I read a lot of fics). This fic literally has everything, drama and plot, smut, fluff, angst, I have no complaints. It’s so hot but so cute at the same time. A must read for everyone, read this if you want to live a happy and healthy life.
Why I am recommending: Why isnt jb and mark a thing? This fic was so hot and there needs to be more jaetuan in this world. I am so glad someone decided to write a fic like this, it is beyond hot and I demand a part 2 asap.
Summary: When Jimin said he wanted a dildo for his birthday, he didn’t mean that he actually wanted a dildo for his birthday.
Additional tags: vibrators, sex toys, masturbation
Word count: 2.7K
Why I am recommending: This fic is just really naughty and hot so that’s why I like it lol im going to hell. Some dom!yoongi and sub!jimin to brighten up your day.
→어둠 속을 밝혀줘 (Light Up The Darkness) by sungmin
Summary: Confidence is sexy. Jimin’s sure of that. And frankly, Jimin is never more confident than when he’s grinding on a stranger and can feel shaky breath on his neck, when he can practically feel the heat pulsing from the other person as they get increasingly more rules up. He loves being in control and having people under his finger, turning and shooting them a cheeky smirk, biting his lip and playing coy. It’s more exciting when they play along.When they grab him and go with the flow.Which is exactly why when he spots a guy leaning up against the bar in an expensive looking outfit and a drink in his hand, Jimin can’t help himself.
Summary: Yoongi wasn’t expecting to wake up under these circumstances; if anything, he didn’t expect to be woken up for another few hours considering it was his day off of work.(But, it seems like Jimin had other things planned.)
Additional tags: blow jobs, morning sex, riding
Why I am recommending: Let’s just say after I read this, I considered myself a new person.
Summary: While lifeguarding on the beach, Sehun has to deal with the obnoxious guys from his class who think they can skimboard. One is Kris, who he’s had a crush on for years. Another is cute, flirty Jongin, who might be just what he needs to get over him.
Additional tags: alternate universe, public sex, lifeguard sehun, comeplay, lap dance, morning sex, first time, minor drug use
Why I am recommending: This fic basically saved my life. It has a little bit of everything and that’s what I love about it. It has fluff, angst, smut and the plot is really good too. Even if you don’t ship Sekai, this is a must read for literally every exo-l.
Summary: The worst part is that Baekhyun just wants Chanyeol to get really rough with him. He’s wanted it right from the start, and it doesn’t make sense, because Chanyeol’s always been so gentle and sweet, and yet all Baekhyun wants to do is his boyfriend to fuck him up.
Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t really want to deal with Junhui in the middle of their Theology 101 class, but Junhui is being annoyingly persistent and Wonwoo has never been good at denying him anything.(The porny University AU where Junhui is thirsty as fuck and Wonwoo gives in too easily.)
Additional tags: alternate universe, public hand jobs, over stimulation, dirty talk, public blow jobs
Why I am recommending: This fic is the reason why every single time I see wonwoo and jun together, I get all hot and bothered - in a good way though.
Morality couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, even if he wanted to. He was in his favorite place in the house, the kitchen. Today he was making pizza, one hundred percent from scratch. Sure he’d made the cheesy goodness before but it usually involved refrigerated dough and sauce from a jar. To make things even better, his lovely boyfriend was helping. He glanced over at Logic who was stirring the homemade sauce, which smelled divine, and his smile grew even bigger. Though they all had the same face, there was something about Logan’s when he was concentrated. He always gave all of his attention to things with laser like focus, something Morality admired as his own attention tended to bounce from thing to thing in a series of unfinished projects.
Morality gave his dough an experimental toss to stretch it out. It went fairly well and he turned to show Logan his pizza tossing skills. However looking at his focused partner he was struck with a bolt of Dad-like inspiration. So as he tossed his pizza dough he began to sing;
“OH, when the moon hits your eye like a big…Pizza Pie…that’s amore.”
Logan rolled his eyes but smiled at him none the less, removing the finished sauce from the stove.
“When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.”
“you’re so cheesy,” Logan said, but leaned in and kissed him affectionately before taking the dough from him and placing it on the pan. Now that they were both unencumbered, Mo swept Logan into his arms and attempted to whirl him around the kitchen, and continued singing,
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling;
And you’ll sing vita bella
Heart’s will play, tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella “
He laughed as Logan gave in and joined the clumsy dance around the kitchen. He was utterly shocked when Logic began singing the second verse, well as close to singing as he got. Morality slowed their movements to better hear his whisper soft voice.
“When the stars make you drool, just like pasta fazool, that’s amore,
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you’re in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
Morality was blushing furiously, he’d never been serenaded before. What had started out as light hearted joke had turned into a beautiful and heartfelt gesture from his love, after all Logic never did things halfway. He kissed his boyfriend to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes, but they were interrupted by a disgusted exclamation from Anxiety.
“Do you have to do that where our food is?”
“You know the best food is food made with love.” Morality laughed, winking at the younger trait.
“That may be too literal, even for me. “ Logan joked, pulling startled chuckles from the other two.
“Is the pizza done, I’m starving. “ Anx whined, pulling himself up to sit on the counter.
“No, but if you get your butt off my counter and wash your hands you can help put the toppings on however you like.” Anxiety rolled his eyes but did as he was told, happily over cheesing the whole thing.
Later, as everyone moaned over how good the pie was, Morality couldn’t help humming his new favorite song.
Thanks for reading everyone, this is one of my favorite songs and I couldn’t get the idea of Mo singing it while he was making pizza out of my head. Plus my own headcanon is that this is the type of music Morality listens to: Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong; Ella Fitzgerald….well you get it. Hope you enjoyed, here’s a link if you want to listen to the song!
Also Note: while I was reading the lyrics last night I read the line “gay tarantella” (gay in this case meaning happy and tarantella being a whirling dance from southern Italy) as “Gay tarantula” and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about LGBT+ spiders and if someone decides they want to draw that please tag me in it cuz i really want to see it.
Today i want to talk about @msgenevieve447 - she is brilliant and she wrote the first fic i ever read - Every Day I Write The Book, it was hiatus after perfect s3 finale and i just bingle watched two seasons of ouat. When i searched the internet for more information i found tumblr and her blog and this story was one of the first
things in English that i read and it is so good!
I really recommend you all to read
Every Day I Write The Book - Jen wrote her own version of the beginning of the s4 and i love every word. i think you all will enjoy it now as much i then.
Jen was the first person that follow me here, first person i talked to - i’ll forever be grateful and smile when think about her.
@msgenevieve447 wrote lots of my fav stories. i really rec you to read them all!
Like Team Bonding - Emma and Killian work together, don’t like each other and than laser tag and team bonding happen and yes, and i need to reread it. Soon!
Walking in a Straight Line about friends who love each other but will not admit it and then drunken kiss happening that only one of them remember.
Read also Love and Other Bruises - Emma
in a hospital bed and attractive male nurse - sounds great? It’s better than great! Or The Honey Trap (Killian using his nephew to get women, but it doesn’t work on Emma) and of course the perfection that is Freaky Friday -
Accidental Roommates AU.
She wrote so many so good stories and i strongly rec you my friends to read them all - i for sure plan to reread it as soon as i can :D
And tell me which one is your fav!
Jen thank you for your friendship and your stories, thank you that you share them with us - your talent is making our days much better! Thank you for all the feels and fics so good that i read them while walking because i couldn’t stop read.
Hello! I'm a new artist here and I saw your art and absolutely fell in love! your art style is so calming and idk it just makes me happy. also, do you have any tips on how to run an art account? i'm still pretty new to all this. thanks, and have a good day~ :)
Oh my gosh, hello! That’s such a kind thing to say, thank you so much, you’re so sweet!
That’s so awesome you decided to make an art blog! Welcome, friend! As for running an art account, I kind of have a few bits of advice! I ultimately believe it’s how you want to experience and run your own blog, and there’s no ‘correct’ way to run an art blog, but I can still offer some info based on my own experiences! (Other people may have different ones!) These are mostly from my experience running a fanart blog and it might be different with original art or other types of art?
1. Watermark or sign your work! You already do that so you’re ahead of me, and I know this is so obvious but it took me about a year and a half on this blog to realize the importance of it! From reposting, to lessening likelihood of art theft, it is a small thing that shouldn’t be overlooked. I initially never did it because I didn’t believe my work was worth watermarking, but I learned that doesn’t matter, if it’s yours, your name should be on it!
2. Have a tagging/organizing system! This is fairly self-explanatory, but it’s helpful to me (especially if you post a lot of stuff that isn’t your art) to have a tag just for your artwork? And tagging by fandom/content can be extra helpful too, because it appears in the main tag and more people are likely to see your work. And then one for asks/replies - sometimes if you get repeated/similar questions you can find things a lot easier!
3. Art-only blogs: I notice two main types of art blogs - those who only post their art on them, and others who reblog other things but also post their art - often they have an art-only blog as well, where they reblog from their original post. There’s no better way to do this, but observing just from other people, those that also reblog other peoples’ things tend to be more active/gain followers or people meeting them more quickly? But then their art blog is there for people who just want to follow for the content they create. Mine is a my-art-only blog for the most part, initially it served as an archive of sorts, but started to grow a bit! It’s a more comfortable choice for me, so there’s no right or wrong way to do this!
4. Interaction: Try talking to other artists - its a lot easier meeting in fandom spaces because you already have some things in common to talk about! But even before, when I was in the Sherlock fandom, I met a lot of watercolor artists (I did only watercolors back then). It’s really nice to have some art friends because you can cry over each others art and motivate and advise one another. I found a lot of motivation and encouragement from my art friends drove me to continue where I would usually just stop making art by now.
5. Try not to compare yourself to others: Online especially, it is almost inevitable you will end up doing this at some point, and while its fine to use comparison as motivation to continue/inspiration, doing it obsessively can do more harm than good. I read tags on my work sometimes where people say things along the lines of “I won’t ever be as good as this” or “throwing my art away/burning it etc right now” and it makes me sad because everyone is learning at their own pace, and I don’t believe works have more value over another. This is something I’m really ‘passionate’ about because I fall into this trap way too much and have to talk myself out of it (again, having art friends help a lot too).
6. Having an art blog should be a good experience! It’s a wonderful thing to have, to every artist out there, they are sharing a part of themselves and stuff they worked hard on, and that’s such an amazing thing! It’s brave for you to put your stuff out there! But also yourself and your wellbeing come first, and I know some people can get into negative spins or a lot of stress over their work. I see this in artists who are starting out, as well as those who have had blogs for years. Know it’s always okay to take breaks/hiatuses and whatever you need, it’s okay to ask for help and advice, you have to do what is best for you.
I feel like this is getting long, but it was really interesting to talk about! I’m still growing and learning as an art blog! In short, it’s ultimately about what you are comfortable showing/doing, and running an art blog should be a good experience. Your work is so beautiful by the way! You have a great eye for color! It’s so awesome you have started an art blog, and I hope you will continue to share your work, I look forward to seeing more of it!