because the show is a w f u l


H I D D L E S W E E K — F A V O R I T E  Q U O T E

(AKA The quote that changed my life) There are a lot of people in this world who are afraid of caring. Or afraid of showing that they care because it’s uncool. It’s uncool to have passion. It’s so much easier to lose when you’ve shown everyone how much you don’t care if you win or lose. It’s much harder to lose when you show that you care. But you’ll never win, unless you also stand to lose. Basically, I’ve said it before; don’t be afraid of your passion. Like, just give it free reign, and be honest, and work hard, and it will all turn out just fine.

angerenard  asked:

Okay so I was digging through your very old twitter posts (the ones before and after you uploaded CONTINUE) And because I was just randomly liking all of them (to know where I stopped also) Twitter got mad and blocked my account coz it violated the Twitter rules??? W HY D ONT THE Y LET ME SHOW YO U L O VE XDDDD Anyhow I laughed for 10 mins straight while reactivating my account XD

Your sacrifice will be remembered young one.

Press F to pay respects

Two years ago, THIS happened: me and my best friend flew from Italy to Cologne and attended the first night (and then the second one too because we just couldn’t get enough) of the 1989 World tour. We had an awful day. First of all, some people, who we used to call friends, started being incredibly mean to us on Twitter (mainly because they were jealous of us having front of stage tickets). Then, the traveling was a-w-f-u-l, we didn’t even think we could make it to the show at some point. But we did. And we danced. And 😢. And sang. And 😂. And everyone was looking at us because we were having the time of our lives. That was the best night I have had in a very long time. I’be been spending the past 4 years fighting depression in any possible way I can, but being in a room with 15.000 people singing and dancing is definitely the best therapy I’ve been trying so far. And most of all, having my best friend there (who, by the way, I met at the Speak Now Tour show in Milan back in 2011), holding my hand through clean and dancing with me during shake it off, was the best part. I could never thank you enough, @taylorswift for the strength, the happiness, the love you’ve brought to my life in the past 8 years. When I’ll be 80, I know I’ll look down at my arm and smile at my fearless tattoo because it will remind me of you, of my best friends, of the happy/full of life/incredible times I was lucky enough to live. And I’m not giving up on myself, so that I can experience MANY more of those times with you.

Tips for Commission Artists

I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, but if you’re doing commissions and you only do SFW stuff then don’t write out the word “n/s/f/w” in your commissions page because it’ll get tagged by Tumblr savior.  This is especially bad if your audience is mainly into tame art, since your post won’t show up for them if they have that tag blacklisted.

This tip also applies to any other common art trends that people might blacklist, like v/o/r/e, f/u/r/r/y, p/i/n/u/p, i/n/f/l/a/t/i/o/n, g/o/r/e, etc.  Even if you’re listing the kinds of drawings that you are willing to do, take care if you think a sizable chunk of your audience may not be into that.

An easy way around the Tumblr Savoir problem is to put your text into an image file with your prices so that they won’t get picked up by blacklists.

Finally, you should always include visual examples of your work.  Even if you think your followers are familiar with your style, a picture is always more eye-catching than text.  Your examples should always be SFW as well–even if your audience has come to expect n/s/f/w stuff from you, they might reblog it to people who aren’t familiar with your content.

I haven’t done commissions in a while, but I shop for them fairly often and many times I’ve glossed over active commission listings because artists don’t always follow these practices.

bets with basilton: chapter four

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Summary: THE LAST CHAPTER (i know, only four chapters wtheck rory). Simon struggles with the last clue. Baz has an important question for Simon. fluffy af.

Words: 1020

I wrote this kind of fast so the writing might be a bit choppy but here it is!! the last chapter!! please let me know what you think~

Sometimes you can see better in the dark.

Simon had searched everywhere. The kitchen cabinets. Under the bed. The fridge (okay maybe he was just looking in the fridge for food, but it wasn’t there). The next clue was nowhere to be found.

Sometimes you can see better in the dark.

He’d looked in all the darkest places in their flat. Nothing. He’d tried calling Baz about ten times already but it just went to voicemail.

“I’m not picking up the phone until you find me, Simon.” Beep.

Simon felt the frustration welling up in him, growing with each passing minute that Baz was away. He just wanted to kiss him. And hold him. And not spend one more minute searching for this stupid fucking clue. He paced through the rooms, not really looking anymore. Just banging into things like he usually did when he was upset. He knocked into the door frame going into the bathroom then bumped into the one going into the bedroom and then turned right back around and hit the door frame going out of the room, accidentally hitting the light switch. It was evening now and the room went dark.

The instant darkness felt like a release. All the tension went out of his body and he suddenly felt exhausted. He could look more for the clue more later, right now he wanted to rest. Simon went to the bed. He pulled the blankets over him, situated his legs, laid down on his back and-

The next clue.

His breath hitched in his throat. It was right there. On the ceiling. Spelled out in tiny glowing plastic stars.

F O L L O W  Y O U R  N O S E

( T H A T  S H O U L D N ‘ T  B E  H A R D  F O R  Y O U )

Simon knew exactly where to go. He untangled himself from the blankets and sprinted for his jacket. 

The evening autumn air was cold but Simon didn’t notice. He just smiled because Baz was so close, and in that moment nothing else mattered.


It was dark now. Baz didn’t even know if Simon would show up. (He hadn’t thought of that.) What if Simon was too thick to figure the clues out and Baz was left alone with this blasted ring and an unanswered question until the bakery closed and he was all but forced to go home to Simon? No, Baz wouldn’t think about that. He hadn’t orchestrated this whole thing for nothing. Simon would come and…well…he didn’t want to think about what would happen next.


Simon stood outside the door to the bakery. He could see Baz inside. He took a deep breath, then pushed open the door.



The bell at the door of the bakery chimed and Baz looked up. His throat constricted and all of the sudden breathing seemed really hard. It was Simon. Simon, with his curls and moles and clashing clothes. Simon Snow. He locked eyes with Baz, and Baz felt weak at the knees. There was no going back now.

They slowly approached each other.





“You absolute fucking bastard.” Then he was in Baz’s arms. “Do you know how fucking long it took me to find the third clue?” 

Baz laughed, stroking Simon’s hair. “Much longer than it should have, you imbecile.”

“I know. I liked the stars.”

“Thanks,” Baz unhooked one arm from around Simon and slipped it into his pocket, “I like you.”

“I know that.” 

Baz cleared his throat, “No, Simon, I really like you. I love you.”

“I know that too. What’s your point?” He pulled back to look at Baz’s face, blue eyes searching. Baz struggled to keep his face composed. He felt his lip quiver a little. Crowley, this was difficult.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Baz shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just-” Words wouldn’t come out anymore. He slipped his hand out of his pocket and pulled himself out of Simon’s arms then slowly bent down to one knee. Simon’s eyes grew wide.

“What are you doing?”



“Simon.” His voice broke a little.

“What is it, Baz?” Simon looked like he was about to cry. Baz felt like he was about to cry.

“Simon Snow, will you-” He couldn’t get the words out. He laughed and felt a tear streak down his cheek. “Simon, can you-” His voice broke again. “Would you-” He took a breath.

Simon bloody Snow, will you marry me?” 


Simon was floating. Nothing felt real. He thought that Baz had just asked him to marry him, but that couldn’t possibly be real. Then he looked down and Baz was kneeling on the floor with tears on his face and in his beautiful grey eyes and Simon realized that there were tears on his own face too.

It was real.

Yes. Of course it was yes. How could it be anything else? He wanted to tell Baz, he wanted to shout it to the world, but when he opened his mouth nothing would come out. Yes. Yes. Yes. He kneeled and pulled Baz’s lips to his own. The world could have stopped spinning and he wouldn’t have known. Yes. 


After a long moment, Simon broke away. Baz stared at him. Simon stared back. Baz cleared his throat. “Well?”

“Oh. I haven’t actually said anything yet.” Baz laughed. “No you haven’t, you idiot.” 

Simon cleared his throat as well. “Yes.”



And then they were kissing again and Baz was sliding the ring onto Simon’s finger.

Simon looked around. “You proposed to me in a bakery.”

“I wanted to propose to you in one of your favorite places. I thought you would like it.”

“I do like it. I love it. I love you.” Baz chuckled. “I know.”

They walked hand-clasped in the cold back to the flat. And neither of them felt it (but neither of them cared).


H I D D L E S  W E E K : D A Y  T H R E E , F A V O R I T E  Q U O T E

“I gave myself permission to care. Because there are a lot of people in this world who are afraid of caring. Or afraid of showing that they care because it’s uncool. It’s uncool to have passion… But you’ll never win, unless you also stand to lose. Basically, I’ve said it before; don’t be afraid of your passion. Like, just give it free reign, and be honest, and work hard, and it will all turn out just fine.”


Oh look, I’m doing this again! This year has been the year of Chris Hemsworth for me, so that’s why he’s all over the above image. You have to love HIddlesworth as well I applied for HemsworthChris just for kicks and giggles and got accepted so I was on photoshop more making edits and having fun. This caused me to make a few friends as well, which I know is a miracle. I just want to share my appreciation for awesome people on here that make me happy by showing up on my dash.

Millie, without you I wouldn’t even be on tumblr nor would I be obsessed with Daryl and The Walking Dead. I also wouldn’t have someone to keep me slightly sane while helping me get a new laptop.

Shay, you upgraded my life to photoshop and encouraged me to continue making edits no matter how shitty they were they are still sometimes shitty but that’s besides the point while also giving me opinions on what looked good and what didn’t. I can always chat with you on skype about anything/everything and I love that. 

Marina - I welcomed you to the Teen Wolf club, planned a zombie apocalypse with you, and just enjoyed talking to you all year about books/movies/tv shows.
Marie - My french counterpart who loves Thor just like myself while sharing the same name. If only you were here to be my movie buddy :( but tv/movies will keep us strong.
Allison - One time I messaged you and you messaged me back and we can be ancient together whether you know/like it or not because you’re fantastic as we talk about tv shows.

Now, onto the users who make me happy and make my dash pretty:

#,a,b,c358-2, aperfectlineavataraang, bestivalsblack-natabrodinsons, bunsofcheese

d,e,f - damnitcas, danielradcliffesdettsudivisiongifs, domcobb-, drefeno, elijahwood, fairdownsfinalooheart

g,h,i - galbana-liliesghibli-gifsglitterberryhemsworthchris, hiddlestonirosyan, justaboat

j,k,l - lastisleleonardofanuk,  lokis-army, lokispants

m,n,omerlinsfuckingbeard, milliepopmjolniring, moriartyohcrossbows, ohmythundergod

p,q,r,s - princejaxshatterdomes, starksky

t,u,vthe-walking-dead-amc, tonystaarks, trentsreznortwhiddleston, vvolvie


I hope you all keep doing what you do, because I love it and I know others do as well. Here’s to hoping next year is just as amazing. :]