are you still reading this god

Please tag this as needed, he turned out pretty gnarly! But this is how I pictured him as I was reading. I wanted to do some scenes from the fic but I ran out of time this morning. I really want to thank you for your writing though. It’s really inspiring!


*softly* : “my god. he’s beautiful.”

(for folks who don’t know, this is from my fic “Don’t forget. Don’t forget her.”

go read it if you don’t mind, if only for context.)

“How can I say your name without
Also breathing the words
My god, I found you’"

So basically, I’ve been reading CrushingOnSans’s oneshots on AO3, and now ufxut Sans is my otp

I got tagged by @zelos-wilders thanks Dakota!

RULES: Tag 10 people you would like to get to know better

Name/Nickname: Kytes

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Colour(s): Orange

Last song I listened to: New Bodhum by ORIGA from the Final Fantasy XIII-2 Original Soundtrack

TV Show: Steven Universe, RuPaul’s Drag Race, Archer to name a few

First Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog…my god that fandom is it still as toxic as it was back in the day?

Hobbies: Playing video games, being gay, watching Steven Universe, being gay, watching cartoons, being gay, watching streams, being gay, talking with friends, being gay, being gay, being gay

Books that I’m currently reading: Sadly to say as much as I like reading there’s nothing at the moment

Worst thing I’ve eaten: Onions! The fucking devil…

Favorite Place: My bed with the laptop on and PS4 on

I’m gonna tag the following but as always you don’t have to do it and I’m just gonna tag the first 10 people that comes to mind: @sudonim-mcphaykneighm / @killuas-and-gun / @youngbloodedboy / @pkpoof / @monkey-d-law / @gaygaryoak / @theofficialnekopastel / @secretlysora / @sasskittenvoid / @kingpeppers

Thoughts Every Journal-Keeper Has Had

•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?

It can’t be just me 😂


How many times
do you need to be told
that God is close to you
before your heart is reassured?

His words,
“Surely I am near”
are preserved for eternity.

So when your heart quivers
with uncertainty
look no further than His Book.

You can read it
a million times
and still find Him telling you
“Surely, I am near.”

Auction AU Part 2

Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 


    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-



   “Uh, hi.”

Keep reading


i still can’t get over the fact that this was the very first time even let himself be vulnerable in front of isak. it was the first time he wasn’t hiding. it was the first time he was facing isak knowing that isak had read all these things he had written in his text. isak knew about the guilt, and the fear, and the pain

so pretending that everything was fine like he had always done wasn’t a possibility

and isak’s reaction in that moment was so so so crucial. but at the same time it was like having to paint a line on a blank canvas, and only having one canvas available. and knowing that if you messed it up, if the line wasn’t straight, that would be the trace you left behind. and even, who stood there, exposed, was that blank canvas. and isak’s reaction was an attempt at a straight line; if isak messed this up, it would not be something that could be erased, or redone. it would’ve had a long lasting effect on even

but isak’s reaction was perfect. he was there. he was gentle and kind and showing him love through his touch and little gestures and through his words. you are not alone

and this was so important because before that moment, even’s mind was full of speculations. full of “if he knows, he’ll leave”, “if i’m not strong, he’ll leave”, “if i’m not doing okay, he’ll leave”. if, if, if

but that right there, isak holding him, that wasn’t speculation. that was proof. and you can contradict speculations, you can refute them all. but this proof was undeniable

There’s alot of things I want to tell you
Like how I’m still sad everyday but I don’t spend every afternoon on the bathroom floor trying to get the courage to delete your number,
Like how I pray to a God that I’m not even sure exists to please make it all go away,
please make me go away
I want to tell you about the aching that leaks from my pens whenever I try to write
And how many times I’ve thought about calling you up and screaming I miss you I miss you I miss you
I once read a quote that said that if you truly love someone you’d let them go
and if they truly loved you they’d come back
I guess the truth is you never really loved me
I want to tell you about how I smoke until I can’t feel my body,
until I hit the floor and how my friends call it a drug addiction,
my therapist named it substance abuse
It’s just that when you left, you took everything with you
I want to tell you about how I still think of you as my safe place even though that house fell to the ground a long time ago
I want to tell you about the sixteen poems I’ve written about you and how i still can’t admit I was in love
I used to think no one could break my heart
And maybe it’s true
Maybe I broke my own

-R.J I was in love
Christians facing Mental health problems

Your belief in Jesus has nothing to do with it.
It has nothing to do with a lack of faith.
It has nothing to do with how often you read your Bible.
It will not go away just because you read it more.
No matter how hard you pray if you have meds you should still take them and see your doctor.
Having depression does not mean you are ungreatful for what God has done for you.
You are not possessed by Satan or demons.
This is not because of your sins.
Going to church more will probably not stop it.

You deserve to see a doctor, you deserve treatment, you deserve to be given medication if you need it.


So anyway in case there still are bakushima fans that aren’t reading acceptance and denial by @kisecchinosedai do a thing and go read it I’m in love with that fic

Picture this:

i wake up to my alarm playing Meghan Trainors “me too”, visibly angry that i am awake; the line “ i thank god everyday that i woke up feelin this way” plays as i descend the stairs wrapped in my blanket, as the room around me is engulfed in flames; i do not thank god that i woke up feelin this way

this would have been funny if it had been on vine, where this scenario would be turned into a six second masterpiece, but no. i forced you all to read it with your own gotdamn eyes. god is dead and he took vine with him. no amount of thanks in the morning is going to change that.

(whoops i accidentally deleted this ask straight after i posted it so HERE WE GO AGAIN)

do you mean can i relive @pika-ace messing with my emotions for 12 beautiful beautiful chapters just to draw a picture???


(psst the last chapter made me cry dont tell anyone)

If you’re reading this, God is allowing your heart to beat, He is allowing air to flow through your lungs, there is blood running through your veins, and you were able to open up two wonderful gifts I call eyes to witness a new day. You still have the activity of your limbs to move around, you have your senses to enjoy all that God has made. That in itself should push you to make a joyful noise.

David wrote in the Book of Psalm, “Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name,“ (Psalms‬ ‭103:1‬ , KJV‬‬). We should always bless the Lord. Whether during times of happiness or during our times of sadness. God is so good to us daily. He has never failed us.

We should bless Him for our lives, health, and strength. We should bless Him, because His mercies are new each day. We should bless Him because He protects us from danger seen and unseen. He provides for us and sends us resources.

We should bless Him, because His love is never ending and though we fail Him daily, He is still full of compassion. We disappoint Him daily, but He still blesses us over and over again. Many times we become distracted and wander down the wrong path, but He is there to take our hand to lead us back down the right path.

We must learn to bless God at all times, because all of the time, He is blessing us.

Come on and bless the Lord with me today!

—  Janteya Ford
(Newt Scamander x Reader) Spicy Vanilla [SMUT]

Title : Spicy Vanilla (The Case’s Secret Sequel)

Request : Yes - by anon - OH MY GOD CAN YOU PLEASE DO A SEQUEL TO THE CASE’S SECRET?!?!?! THAT WOULD BE BOMB - by anonymous - Could you do a fic of newt where he’s super shy at first but is super dom in bed? Love your other docs btw

Smut : YEAH DUH and this by far is the smuttiest

Word Count :1,652 (sorry if it’s short)

A/N : I made a different title just because. For those of you who haven’t read the first one, I put the link below. Requests are still open.

The Case’s Secret :


After dinner, which consisted with your almost burned vegetable stew, you thought Newt would’ve forgotten of your offer about taking it to the bedroom later. That’s why you didn’t follow him to the bedroom after the two of you finished the meal, choosing to clean up and tidy the house instead.

First, you start with the dishes, washing off the scraps of burnt veggies stew which sticks to the bottom of the pot. You can use magic, but it’s never that clean. The solution? You use magic first, and then use your own strength to brush the pot.

Meanwhile, Newt is waiting anxiously yet excitedly in his bedroom. His cock has risen again, and he wants to try something new with you. And by something new, he wants to be more ‘wild’ in bed. He also has taken off his clothes except for his trousers and briefs.

He was going to do it in his room in his case, but then again the room is far too messy right now for sex and he doesn’t have the patience to clean it up first. So he chooses his bedroom instead. The case now rests in the corner of the room, and he makes sure that none of creatures can escape when he fucks you.

But, minutes by minutes, you still don’t come to the bedroom. Is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? Are you mad with him because he was a bit forceful with the blowjob? He gets off the bed and looks from the bedroom door, and see you busy with the pot.

He sighs in relief, before walking behind you as you’re rinsing the now clean pot. You, who are now putting the pot on the rack to let it dry, turn around and suddenly meet face to face with a very seductive Newt. You can tell he wants something different by the look from his face.

“Whoa! Newt! What’s wrong baby?” you ask innocently, kissing his cheek before wiping your hands on your pants.

He doesn’t answer and instead put his hands on the kitchen sink beside your body, trapping you from getting away. Then he leans to your neck, nibbling the skin softly. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders, and you lean into his touch.

“O-Oh, is it how it’s gonna be baby?” you challenge him, one hand cupping his crotch. You smile when you feel the hardness in his pants. And it twitches when you touch it. His kisses move up to your earlobe, and he nibbles it softly, earning a moan from you. He’s an expert when it comes to your sensitive spots.

His hands then starts working their way up your sides, and going underneath your working shirt. He wants to rip it off so bad, but then he gingerly unbuttons the buttons one by one, before tossing the garment to the side. But as soon as he meets your naked skin, his arms lose control and roam every inch of your body.

Starting from your waist, he leaves your abused earlobe and starts kissing your belly, up to your ribs. He stops when he’s on your breasts, which is still covered by a lacy yellow and black bra. Before he can takes it off, your hands swiftly goes to your back and take off the piece of clothing and give it to him.

He inhales the bra which has your perfume smell, and smiles in satisfaction.

“I like it, but I prefer this one more,” he says as he continues his kisses, this time on your breasts. He massages your breasts, pushing them together as he sucks on the nipple constantly, switching in between kisses.

You can’t do anything but enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you, a new territory for the two of you. Newt has never been this dominant before, and you have never been this submissive to him.

But you thoroughly enjoy the slight rough treatment on your breasts, the force making you even wetter. Newt stops massaging your breasts as he focus sucking on your right nipple, all the while playing with the left one. You’re panting heavily, the pleasure pooling between your legs is getting unbearable.

Newt then moves up to your shoulder, and sucks a skin near your collarbone, trying to leave at least a small mark. The first time he tried it was for around ten minutes, and you praised him for doing so. It left a small purple mark which only lasted two days.

This time, he is more determined and he sucks harder than before, and you can feel the soreness on the sucked skin. After the skin turns a slight red, he licks it one last time and leaves kisses again, this time moving to your face, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

Newt smashes his mouth against yours, almost knocking his teeth onto yours. He kisses, nibbles, and pulls your lips with his. He bites down your lower lip, pulling it before releasing it, and attack your mouth again. He let his tongue roams inside of your mouth, leaving none unexplored.

Meanwhile, out of your knowledge, he casted a charm before coming to you so that he can makes you make the sounds he wants to hear. Like the scream of his name as you come onto his cock.

After he’s satisfied with your mouth, he unbuttons your pants, pulling down the clothing until it pools on your ankles. Then without a warning, he lifts you so you’re sitting on the edge of the sink. You squeal when the cold and wet surface of the edge of the sink comes onto contact with your skin.

Newt grunts with disapproval, and again, without any warning, he lifts you, holding your thighs with his arms and moves you to the dining table. You let out a moan when your butt hit the dining table with a force. He then tugs your underwear down your legs, pulling it until you’re relieved from the garment.

You gasp as your slick folds meet the cold air, and he presses a finger into your cunt.

“Oh!!” you moan erotically as he curls his finger inside of you.

“So wet for me. You’ve been wet since you took me, huh, darling?” he asks huskily on your ear.

“Y-Yes, I’ve been wet even when we had dinNER!” you say, ending your sentence with a high pitched voice because he inserts another finger. He smirks, pumping in and out of your cunt, using your slickness to pleasure you. You moan his name, chanting it like a prayer every time his finger enters your folds.

“Newt! Oh my God, Newt!! Aagh! Newt!”

“Yes, that’s it baby, say my name,” he says, moving his finger even faster.

“Newt, I- I’m going to cum- Aaahh!!”

He abruptly takes his finger before you can cum, leaving you a panting, and needy mess. You look at him in betrayal, the pressure building in your lower stomach remains intact, and you need his touch to come.

“Not yet darling. Save that sweetness for my cock.”

He then releases his grip on your thighs, and proceeds to take off his trousers. You’re still on the dining table, legs spread like a banquet before him. You feel exposed and embarrassed, but you’re too horny to care.

After he takes off his trousers, you glance at his cock which is standing in its full glory, precum already leaking out of the tip. He bends down and looks for something in his pocket – a condom. Producing the condom from his pocket, he rips the tinfoil and covers his dick with the condom.

You position yourself, ready to take him in. After he tosses the wrapping aside, he takes your legs and pulls you to him, his cock teasing your entrance.

“Make those sounds I love, okay sweetheart?”

He enters your cunt with one fast motion, and you arch your back, moaning lewdly in pleasure. He grunts when all of his length enters you, positioning himself so he gets a new, more pleasurable angle.

When he does, he pulls back and slams into you again, his cock now brushing against your g-spot. You scream out his name, continued with a moan.

He continues this, slamming hard and fast over and over, and with each thrust, you know you’re getting closer to the edge. Out of your blurred vision you see Newt’s sweaty face, full of concentration and pleasure. He’s surprisingly very good at being rough.

Your voice suppress the sound of tables and chairs hitting each other, caused by Newt’s thrust, then before you know it, you come onto his cock with a scream of his name, your juices spilling out as he still keeps thrusting into you.

Newt kisses you, and with one last hard thrust, he comes into the condom, filling the rubber with his seeds. He immediately pulls out of you and takes off the condom, knotting it before throwing it into the trash bin.

You on the other hand are still a panting mess, cunt sore and legs still spread on the table. Your head arches back, and your breathing is ragged. Newt approaches you and kisses your forehead, before lifting you up bridal style, taking you to his bedroom.

He places you on the soft bed gently, before joining you and covers your bodies with the cover. You were about to object, wanting to wear something before going to sleep but he shushes you and answers you with a kiss instead.

“We’re both very tired [Name], and now we sleep.”

You snuggle up to him, using his warmth as a replacement and kiss his skin.

“You should do it more often if you like it you know,” you whisper up to him.

“Well… It’s very exhausting… But if my love wants it I may as well do it again now.”

but every wrong turn that you make will also be my mistake
cause we’re connected through our hearts
and the devastating part, is that i foolishly defended you to myself
but secrets always have a way of coming out 

so i mentioned this here and i keep shouting it on twitter but im reading Some Boys Are Monster by @earily and i was supposed to draw lots of halloween themed for sp kids yesterday but nope, i keep reading and pausing bc of my tears and made a bunch of angsty creek headcanons while listening to Secrets by Maria Mena oh god let me live ;;;; aaaa fics are amazing

so here’s my lazy ass doodle of crying tweek hugging craig’s jacket as i horribly cropped 50% of the original canvas haha but you can still see that full image here

okay I know everyone is here for weirdo Miraculous side effects like Adrien spontaneously purring and Marinette just sticking an entire damn rose in her mouth because it’s infested with aphids om nom nom, but listen, LISTEN: 

Adrien inexplicably growing soft fluffy kitty ears and a floofy-ass golden tail overnight, and Plagg’s TOTAL DISDAIN in the morning because “WHAT THE HELL, WHY ARE YOU NOT SLEEK AND BLACK-FURRED, I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BE LIKE THIS”. 

and of course Adrien’s just like “Plagg oh god I AM GROWING CAT PARTS WTF THIS WAS NOT IN THE MANUAL” and then Plagg’s like “okay a) we both know even if there WAS a manual neither of us would have read it and b) shhhh no it’s okay, I love you just the way you are, you’re still my kitten even if you are–” *shudder* “–BLONDE.” 

“PLAGG THAT IS NOT MY ACTUAL PROBLEM–wait you what me?? I’m your what??” 


“That’s not gonna DISTRACT–!” *crash* 

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Marinette is carefully braiding her new antennae into her pigtails and everyone at school is going to think her new ribbons are SUPER CUTE. 

Things I’ve learned not to say in the hospital at the very moment of pain and tragedy:

“Everything will be okay.”

“You’re so strong!”

“Pain is what forces you to grow.”

“God has an amazing plan for your life!”

“God is using this for your good.”

“God just wanted another angel in heaven.”

“It could’ve been worse.”

“At least you’re still alive. At least—”

“Cheer up and stay positive!”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

“I understand what you’re going through.”

“Time to pray really hard and read more Bible.”

“God is using this as a wake-up call.”

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”

— and other motivational poster clichés.

Things I’ve learned to say in the hospital at the very moment of pain and tragedy (and even then, not every time):

“I’m sorry.”
“How are you right now?”
“I don’t think it’s wrong to be mad.” (Or scared, or hurt, or sad, or weeping, or uncertain.)
“How can I pray for you?”
“I’m always here.”
Or the best thing: listen.