breathes everywhere

i did more art for a most convenient marriage cause!! the latest chapters were so cute???? im in Love with baby sidon :’’’) 

Popping in to bring you some Scarebeast and Riddler.

I like the idea of Scarebeast being a monster to everyone, but to Eddie he’s a total dear and it makes Eddie feel extra special. Look how smug Eddie looks.

He also likes bringing Scarebeast along to negotiations that don’t lean in his favor haha.

anonymous asked:

Are you shitting me? Dorian loses "everything" when made bi? Do you think bisexuals are more straight than gay or what is the whole point of this? Yes, the straight!Dorian mod is definitely wrong, but the bi one ... Everything is fucking explainable in Dorians story if he is bi, but it seems that is not good enough?!

No, I don’t believe bisexuals are more straight than gay. That’s not even remotely what this argument is about, it’s not about how “gay” bisexuals are at all.

It’s the fact Dorian has ABSOLUTELY no preference for the opposite sex, none, at FUCKING ALL. It’s not explained away in his story as him being bi, because he literally tells you that he isn’t interested in women. HELL, he tells his father he won’t pretend with a wife, he refuses women. Why? BECAUSE HE IS NOT ATTRACTED TO THEM, EVEN REMOTELY. He even calls you a “he” in all the romance dialogues.

Thus the bisexual mod has absolutely no foothold for Dorian, it literally takes everything away from Dorian, because he specifically expresses he does not identify as anything but gay. Bisexuality is not being a little bit gay and a little bit straight, it’s not something interchangeable or an umbrella term for gays and lesbians. Bisexuality is it’s own term and while some bisexuals have similar experiences and struggles as the homosexual community, they are not the same thing (hence the differing terms).

Dorian sure as hell never expresses being bisexual at all, he in fact says the opposite quite a few times over, but I guess that’s not good enough?

I don’t understand how you can even begin to ignore all the dialogues were he expresses to Female Inquisitors how he just doesn’t, at all, find them attractive sexually or romantically. How he specifically says he would not take a woman and would not pretend to for the sake of his father/family. What makes you think that would change for the Inquisitor? What makes you think it’s okay to believe that his father is erasing his bisexuality when that dialogue comes up and be pissed about that, when you went and erased his homosexuality from the start?

I am all for bisexual representation, all praise Lady Josephine Montilyet, the queer WoC and Queen of Skyhold. However, taking representation from another minority group, well, I’ve think we’ve reached an all time disgusting low here in the Dragon Age fandom, agreed?

And now quite honestly, I’m done. If you for ANY REASON support Bisexual or Straight Dorian mods, the Unfollow button is top right on my blog, go wilt.

Selfcare tips for smart cookies who are sad

If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!

🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS

🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)

🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture

🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)

🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee

🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right

🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)

🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere

🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better

🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”

🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)

🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie

🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around

  • The sky: Covered with ash to the point that everything looks orange including the sun and moon- casts this really ominous red glow.
  • The ground: Covered in ash.
  • The air: Difficult to breathe because of all the ash and burnt bits of plant.
  • The temperature: Rapidly skyrocketing from the average 60 or so degrees straight into the 90s and 100s.
  • Me, wheezing and trying to find clean air: Wow lol nice Morrowind reference haha.

just imagine: you’re a 17 year old teen, going to school and getting the chance to take this role in this low budget production that’s going to take place at your school. you think: cool, i’ve always wanted to act and that’s my chance to!

then, out of nowhere, that low budget production explodes and turns into this huge phenomenon all over the world and people want to meet you, they want to talk to you, they want to take pictures with you. and it all hits you out of nowhere.

and besides having school work, and friends, and a theater play you’re in and you want to be good at it, you want to rock it– but there’s the other side of that medal, the dark side no one told you about before, because it wasn’t supposed to be like that.

and suddenly, fans from all over the world want to meet you, they come to your school and they make you feel like you have to make them happy, because they’re giving you something back, they’re giving you appreciation, so you should appreciate them too. but it’s getting out of hand, and you don’t know how to handle it anymore. you don’t have the time to take a fucking breath because everywhere you look, there could be someone wanting something from you. you have to sacrifice your lunch break. you have to sacrifice your freedom in a place that’s trapping you anyway, because school is never that much fun.

just, please, take a good hard look in the mirror and think to yourself: would you want this for yourself? and please don’t come into my inbox saying that he chose that. because no, he didn’t.

no, he did not choose that.

I lost my sock

A/N: Well, I have a small Sam crisis and I’ll appreciate all the feedbacks on this one since it’s my first A/B/O. I hope I got everything correctly, I really look forward to write more in the future. :)

Words count: 1700 ish

Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Warnings: no plot, unprotected sex (use condoms IRL), A/B/O dynamics.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“That’s not mine”

You stare at the long, grey sock like it is some kind of new discovery nobody has done before you. Honestly, you feel a little like a chicken who found a toothpick and you keep observing it as if it is going to move and run away from your fingers.

You breath in the faint smell that is still on the sock even after being cleaned. You tremble a little as the scent triggers something deep inside you. No doubt an alpha owns this. But why does it make your stomach burn this way?

Keep reading


Okay, so Draco is a dragon animagus (lol) and when he first transforms he does it in the chamber of secrets, opening it by learning to speak a little bit of parseltongue (slytherin Prince is so extra).

After he gets stuck as a giant dragon and can’t exit the chamber he attracts all sorts of attention by roaring under the school, basically fucking up shit, etc.

So everyone is like: ??? What???. If Of course, the teachers realize after an hour or two, that, “Oh, hey that roar of pure fury is comin’ from the chamber and sounds suspiciously like a dragon maybe we should go check it out.”

So Harry opens the chamber and him and the teachers all go on to find this massive, snooty, pissed off dragon breathing fire everywhere and throwing a hissy fit. Of course all the teachers exit the chamber as quickly as possible, while not noticing Harry slip on his invisibility cloak, to form a game plan and figure out how a friggin’ DRAGON got in their school.

As soon as they leave, the dragon calms down and just lays there wallowing in self pity. Harry whisks his cloak off and once Draco sees him he absolutely loses his shit; no one should see him like this. But Harry dodges everything Draco throws at him and calmly walks forward until Draco is cornered and says, “I know it’s you Draco, it’s the eyes. And that.”

Draco looks at his dark mark, still with him as a dragon, and just gives up. Harry eventually calms him down until he is able to transform back and they both exit the chamber together, no longer enemies, but maybe something more.

cancer sticks - a reddie oneshot

summary: Richie Tozier is in love with two things: smoking and a certain Eddie Kaspbrak, a voice of reason in his life.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: uhhhhhh making out(?), cigarettes, death.

a/n: huuuuuge thank you to @wyattsnoodles and @polaroidreddie (who also helped me with the proposal part i am in DEBT to you el) for beta reading i owe you guys !

Richie Tozier shared his first cigarette with Beverly Marsh, sitting late at night on the edge of the quarry, bitching like friends do. He was sixteen, young, scared and sad. And Beverly shared some empathy with him by pulling out her pack of Marlboro’s, letting him use the lighter first.

It had tasted so disgusting. It felt like he was choking but once the initial shock had passed, he laughed drowsily. “We are so fucked up.”

It became their “thing”. Beverly would suck up all her pride and somehow manage to sneak two packs from the pharmacy by complementing the clerk. They would sneak out when Richie’s father was having a bad drunken episode, or when Beverly suffered from nightmares and they’d meet at the quarry and smoke a cigarette each.

Beverly kept her habit under control, worried her aunt would sniff something from her thrift store clothes and she’d never leave the house again. Richie had a harder time. He often stole a pack or two himself, playing the pharmacist’s daughter like a fiddle with his curly hair and soft freckles. Richie started smoking even when he wasn’t at the quarry.

On his seventeenth birthday, Richie had his first kiss in a drunken haze. Eddie Kaspbrak’s soft lips crashing against his as somebody cheered in the background. 

As soon as he pulled away, Eddie frowned. “God, you taste like a fucking cancer stick.” He said, alcohol affecting his ability to filter insults. Richie pouted.

“Eddie, Eddie. You know you love it.” He grinned lopsidedly, but somewhere deep inside of him, he started to swear off his bad habit. Slowly.

The night went smoothly after that, Richie earning more kisses and a boyfriend after it was over. Happiness filled the void it had left a long time ago.

During his last year of high-school, Richie’s father smashed a beer bottle against his son’s head. Richie was out cold for eighteen hours, Eddie holding his hand at the hospital the entire time.

When he finally came to consciousness, Eddie started crying. “Oh my fucking god you asshole,” He sniffled.

Richie had never been more confused as he was enveloped into the biggest, most loving hug of his life. Richie wept into Eddie’s shirt, his head starting to pound with pain.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered. Eddie pulled away from the hug and cupped his face in his hands.

“It wasn’t your fucking fault. Your dad’s an asshole.” He kissed the freckled boy passionately, despite the hospital nurse watching. Despite there being a chance they’d get kicked out for kissing.

“Fuck, Richie, how much did you smoke before you got knocked out?” Eddie said, looking into the melancholic eyes before going back into making out. Richie’s promise to stop smoking started yelling somewhere deep within him. What else have you got in your dumbass life besides this idiot? He thought to himself, hand feeling at Eddie’s soft curls.

When Richie had turned twenty-one, the Losers Club disbanded and they all went their separate ways promising to stay in touch. Only Ben and Beverly, and Eddie and Richie stayed together.

On the final night before they all said their goodbyes, Beverly invited Richie to the quarry to smoke again.

She offered him the first cigarette: “Tradition.” she said, smiling sadly. But Richie declined, surprisingly.

“Fuck, Bev, I love him so much. He’s everything to me. W-when It was rampaging everywhere? I was so fucking worried every single night. I barely slept. That’s what threw me off the whole operation anyway.” Richie wiped his nose hurriedly on his oversized flannel sleeve. “Eddie got hurt.”

Beverly nodded understandingly. “And he told you to quit it?” She asked, lighting her own.

“I can’t disappoint him. He’s all I have.” Richie cried for the first time in a while. The clown’s scars had cut deep. Seeing his missing posters. Being scared every day. But Eddie had been there for him. He couldn’t let his love down.

Little did he know, Kaspbrak had followed the two, worried Richie would start up his habit again with Beverly. Eddie was so pleasantly surprised to hear Richie say he loved him that he almost ran out and kissed him but didn’t want to blow his cover.

Richie looked down at the water below and spat in it. “To the fucking horrifying world.” Bev cheered along with him.

When the millennium changed, he cheered along with Eddie Kaspbrak cuddling to him, and Richie laughed and smiled, seemingly having left the horrors of Derry behind. Eddie grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a long kiss as they heard fireworks blasting in their neighbor’s yards.

“I’m so fucking glad I got you.” Eddie smiled. No comment about Richie’s cancerous tasting kisses. He hid it so well, but he felt guilty all the time. But if he didn’t, the nightmares returned and his hands shook and he saw… things.

But Eddie knew. He loved his boyfriend so much, he wouldn’t be oblivious to the reek of tobacco in the bathroom.

When February rolled around, they had a big fight. “I fucking know, Edward.” Richie fought tears. “I fucking know they’ll kill me!”

“Then stop! Please!” Eddie was crying.

“Y-you think I don’t want to? Eddie, Eddie…” Richie paused for breath. “I see It. Everywhere. It’s making me insane it’s making me shake and dream bad things and,” He broke down. “I’m so afraid.”

Richie collapsed into Eddie’s arms and shivered.

“Sixteen more years.” An apathetic joy set into Richie’s voice. He laughed lifelessly.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looked down at him questioningly.

“Times up.” Richie laughed and was silent for the rest of the night. Eddie saw him throw away all his packs the next day though, and when Richie kissed, there wasn’t an overbearing flavor of mint but more chocolate milk which he still liked to drink every morning, and more fresh wind which made his hair flow so smoothly.

There was more happiness in his kisses.

2015. Richie started smoking again. It had been fifteen years since the fateful argument. And only one more year till:

“Time’s up!” He repeated every morning to the mirror after Eddie left for work.

Something changed when he realised he could marry Eddie. They’d spent twenty-three long years together hoping, wishing, they’d get to make it more official than holding hands walking down the street. And now they had a chance.

Richie Tozier wasn’t much of a planner really. He had zero impulse control but he knew he had to make this perfect. Eddie was probably getting impatient. Twenty-three years was a long time to wait for marriage. He bought a ring with money they’d saved over the years. He was proud he could afford one with a wonderful, shimmering emerald.

He picked the perfect date. A calm weekend when he knew nothing would be happening. When he knew Eddie was least expecting it. And then he waited.

On the evening of the day before though, Eddie brought a bottle of red wine home and they drunk it till the last drops had disappeared from the bottom. Richie’s head was spinning as he put on some music and drunkenly asked Eddie to dance with him.

Their big grandfather clock, something Eddie had bought because: “We need to look sophisticated, Richie!” chimed three in the morning. They were both too drunk to dance properly. Richie was just leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder and swaying offbeat.

“Eddie,” He breathed and took in the scent of his fiance-to-be. “I love you.” His voice was slurred but Eddie still understood and buried his head into Richie’s shoulder, being flustered being one of his key drunken traits.

“I love you too, Richard.” He had once tried to get use formal names but with fail. He still occasionally called Richie Richard which annoyed him endlessly, but tonight was special.

“W-will you fucking marry me Edward Kaspbrak?” Richie asked. Eddie breathed in sharply and then started crying.

“I thought you’d never ask,” He sniffled. Richie fumbled for the ring in his jacket pocket and then got down shakily on one knee and put the ring on Eddie’s finger.

“Fuck, I’m in love with you,” Eddie laughed.

October 17th, 2015. 

The bachelor party was just one big gathering of the former Loser’s Club, successful adults were chattering away excitedly, trying not to touch the minibar, nobody wanting a hangover the next day. When everybody was talking to Eddie and congratulating him, and Richie had a moment of time on his own, he went out into the balcony.

Beverly followed him and they sat on the edge of the rail, talking like old times, imagining there was a lake which reflected the beautiful sky back at them. There was only a parking lot and dumpsters where they were looking, but the moment was there.

“Cig?” Beverly asked. Richie reached out and took the cancer stick and threw it into the night.

“I’m too fucked over and too IN LOVE to fuck with those again.” Beverly laughed and then looked at him for a long time.
In the darkness of the night, Richie couldn’t see her face clearly and started seeing things.

He thought he saw her smile stretch so big it ripped at her flesh and made her eyes bulge out of her head but when he blinked, the vision was gone. He tried to shake it off as an alcohol influenced vision but felt odd for the rest of the conversation (mostly about how brave he was to ask first and how awesome it was that they were finally getting married) and excused himself quickly. He didn’t stay alone with either of the Losers at the party anymore. He was afraid of it happening again.

October 18th, 2015. Beverly tied up his bow tie neatly and patted his shoulder. “It’s going to be fine.”

Richie nodded his head, trying to swallow his nervousness. His mind was going fuckfuckfuckilovehimfuckfuckfuck.

Eddie looked gorgeous as he held his hands and stared into his brown eyes as the pastor made a speech about love and yadda, yadda, let me kiss him.

There was no ceremonious “You may now kiss the groom!”, because as soon as the pastor finished speaking, Richie grabbed Eddie by his tie and kissed him hard.

Eddie looked into his eyes and smiled so that the skin around his eyes wrinkled and creases formed on his forehead. God, they were getting old. Richie thought about the days he’d get to spend with his now-husband, the way the years seemed to stretch out forever in front of them as he had finally been able to quit his addiction for good.

He had it all planned out. They’d die together, holding hands and saying some great last words before passing away, always to be missed.


Richie couldn’t hold his tears but he was glad the rain was making them invisible.

He started his wobbly speech.

“Isn’t it ironic?” He fumbled for something in his pocket.

“Stop smoking, Richie,” He mimicked his husband’s squeaky voice. “It’ll kill you soon!”
“You always told me that.” He contemplated a moment before continuing. “And then-

A loud sob racked his entire body. “Here you are, dying before me!” He let out a loud wail, crying into the night.

“I fucking loved you. Every second ever spent with you. Every moment I held your hand, every moment you kissed me.”

“I fucking love you, Edward Kaspbrak.” He breathed shakily. “Eddie Spaghetti.” He pulled out the first pack of Marlboro’s he’d bought in a year and brought a cigarette to his lips.

“To a fucked up life.” He reached out and stroked the letters on the gravestone.

Eddie Kaspbrak
Gone too soon.
Fuck you all.

The fuck you all was his addition. Richie chortled with sad laughter as he brought the lighter to his cancer stick.

“Time’s up!” He mumbled as he lit it.