but i am willing to do this; i really am

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anonymous asked:

talk about their friendship :) it's a bit banal tho

Oh trust me my dear anon this won’t be boring!

First i want to start with the fact that kihyun and wonho are the longest trainee since they arrived in starship before other members,so there is already this long term friendship going on. 

The main important reason why i ship kiho is because of the way they supported each other in no.mercy! Kihyun and Wonho were together since 3rd mission until the very last mission they were always in the same team and from that i noticed how much kihyun took care of wonho as hyung and how much wonho look after kihyun as a dongsaeng! 

When wonho was practicing for his solo mission kihyun came up to him and cheered him before he leave.

I don’t know if you know but they showed 2 sec of kihyun literally sitting on wonho’s thighs while wonho was doing his sit up :)

^^(this is from ep 3 btw if you are curious). I mean you have to be pretty comfortable with each other to be able to do this. (gosh this ss always gives me extreme feels but i should move on)

In no mercy when they go out they were always next to each other and sit next to each other! After they went to k.will concert wonho talked about how he first met kihyun and acted out how kihyun was like when they first met. I found this really sweet and wonho is always teasing kihyun just to make him laugh!. 

this was when wonho was cheering on segyero and when wonho forgot to introduce the segyero team kihyun was there to remind him about it. 

When kihyun was nervous wonho cheered him by saying “show them what a main vocalist can do”. 

hugging after their last mission together.

when wonho’s name was announced as a member of monsta x kihyun willingly put his hand out to hold wonho’s hand probably to show that he is happy and glad and appreciate that after so long they are finally in a team together!

Now that was just short no.mercy friendship kiho that i have in mind rn. after debut,i see fancams where wonho would tease kihyun and tickle him. there was a show champion backstage video where wonho said he wasn’t sure how his performance turn out well and kihyun told him he did well and in the same video they were sweating and wonho wiped kihyun’s neck with a tissue and etc.

On kihyun’s birthday last year they had a fansign and mind you kihyun have his own jacket on and wonho gave his jacket to kihyun to show that he care. action speaks more than words right?

so kihyun ended up with  two jackets 

there is a fancam where shownu accidentally hit kihyun’s lips with his elbow during a fansign and wonho came screaming at shownu for hurting  him and asked kihyun if he was bleeding. 

These little moments where they take special care of each other and how they always support each other is what makes me love kiho so much as an otp and i love their friendship so much i can’t explain it in words. They are not touchy obvious otpbut they stay a distance from each other while supporting each other and i just have a weak heart for them two being sweet to each other.  

WOW ok this is longer than i expected but i shall stop here. Please appreciate kiho and their friendship :)

karis-the-fangirl  asked:

'Oh no I'm suddenly responsible for this small creature/baby' au?

hahaha this clearly happens to Finn and Rey all the time. They both have hearts that account for ninety per cent of their bodyweight; they are starved for love, and yet only what to give it out – they were hurt and hurt and hurt and their response was not I am in pain thus everyone else should be but I am in pain and no one else should be ever again. Finn helped Slip up every time he fell; Rey was willing to risk starvation rather than trade an innocent droid in for scrap. And so these two orphan angels will take in strays of any species or form. 

So, do you remember that post which theorises that human beings are best known for having really messy pack-bonding instincts that get absolutely everywhere and lead to them forming attachments to dangerous predators, inanimate objects and droids with knives typed to them? I believe that wholeheartedly. Poe epitomizes it completely: he will make friends with everything and everyone. Finn & Rey, on the other hand, will take it to An Entirely New Level. Because they will see anything – absolutely anything – that is Small and Vulnerable and announce that Yes this is Their Child now and They Will Care For It. 

what do you mean Poe why can I not keep this small and helpless rathtar look its mummy is dead and I must care for it and Poe is trying not to have hysterics as a three-foot baby rathtar curls around Finn’s shoulder, nuzzling at his nape and making soft cooing vocalisations that translate, roughly, to new mummy strange mummy soft mummy. And when they find Stormtroopers being prepared for training Rey just scoops up five astonished toddlers in her arms, catches the rest behind her with her with the Force (they trail and bounce and giggle in delight) and announces that these are her little ones now yes she is a parent

Poe manages to get the children into Resistance Daycare (hey, there are a lot of working parents in the Resistance, and of course they have proper facilities) but Rey still visits them every day. And he gets Finn to agree that Cuddles (the rathtar, who is now six foot and growing) should not sleep on the bed. But he can’t do anything about the three puppies Finn brings back from a mission (snuggling, cuddly things named Bodhi, Baze and Chirrut.) And he doesn’t want to, to be honest, because they are so god damn cute. And Rey comes back from a mission to a scrap-yard moon with two broken-down droids, patches them up. “Look at my darlings,” she says, “they are so Good and Cute and we shall make sure that they will always have friends.” (Luke looks at this girl, this strange desert girl who does not a family, mending droids like she’s been born to it, giving them names – Evie and Wallie if anyone is interested – with her bright eyes, and sparkling Force presence, and he thinks that she is very familiar, very familiar indeed.)

Okay so if you don’t know already, I love Doctor!Cas in destiel fics SO MUCH. Like I don’t even need to read the fic if it has doctor!cas in it, i’m already there XD. 

So here’s a list of the best/my favorite destiel fics with Doctor!Cas in them. I’ll update this from time to time when I find more fics :) (I track the doctor!cas tag on ao3 lol) All of these are AU and complete! 

Tagging: @deanscolette, @lostboycas, @seraphmisha, @rebmathegisher <3

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whoa hey hi it’s me, that annoying asshole u probably don’t remember following. I’m taking commissions!

I’m not in dire need at the moment, I’ll be honest. I am trying to save up though, and since this is the only way I can really make money… If you wanna help me out or just.. really want something in particular drawn, feel free to check out my info page to see what I’m willing to do, and/or hmu with a direct message so we can discuss stuff.

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Tuesday. 18:32.

Sana hadn’t left her room for hours. She had heard Elias opening the door for his friends and barred herself in. She couldn’t bear to see Yousef. She didn’t even know what she’d do. She took out her phone. She had several unanswered messages from Yousef. Saturday morning, he had simply written: “Good morning”. Later that day he had sent a funny video of the guys doing something stupid. Sunday, he had written that her dad had told his dad about the vodka incident, which Yousef countered with playing fake offended his parents could even think he would drink. With each message Sana had opened it, she had started to write something, but she was unable to find the words. What could she say? “Muslims are only allowed to marry other Muslims. It says so in the Qur’an”, Sana remembered saying to Noora. She was trying to discourage her from seeing Yousef as anything other than a friend.  She scrolled through his sea of blue messages. After Sana hadn’t answered he had started sending question marks. And “is everything okay”. She finally got to the original messages. The ones that had changed everything. “I’m not Muslim” and “I don’t believe in Allah”. Sana sighed. She wanted to cry. But whenever she tried the tears wouldn’t come. Sana always prided herself in being tough. When she was little she and Elias would get into fights, and she never lose. She wouldn’t win either, but she kept at it, never breaking, never crying, never wanting to show any weakness. And now? All she wanted was to cry. And she couldn’t. 

“Sana!” she heard her mother calling. “Dinner’s ready”. Her heart stopped. She didn’t want to leave this room as long as Yoursef was still out there.

“I’m not hungry!” She yelled back. 

She heard foot steps towards her room. Sana put her phone away. “Please just help me set the table”

“Why don’t you ask Elias?”

“Don’t start with me”, her voice turned stern. Sana knew she had angered her mother. She never liked it whenever Sana threw her double standards about Sana and Elias in her face. “Elias has guests. Help me”.

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You Are Not My Mother Part 2

Part 1
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of past torture
Summary: Sam and Dean’s younger sister caught Mary working with the BMoL and left to protect the Colt and her family. How will the Winchesters and Cas react when they see that she’s gone?
Word Count: 1946 (It’s a little longer than the first part)
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     Cas walked to the library after stopping in front of Y/N’s door. She asked to be left alone so Cas respected that. He saw Sam and Dean sitting at one of the tables with drinks in their hands.
“Hey, Cas.” Dean called. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Her room.” He answered. “She said she wanted to be left alone.”
Sam looked at the angel. “Did something happen on the way back?”
“No.” Castiel lied. “She said she was tired.”
“I guess we’ll see her in the morning.” Dean said.
     Moments later Mary walked in and sat down next to Dean.
She looked around. “Where’s Y/N?”
“She went to bed.” Sam informed her. “Cas said she was tired.”
“Oh.” Mary whispered. “I was going to talk to her.”
“You’ll have to wait until morning.” Sam laughed.
“She sleeps like a rock.” Dean added.
     About an hour later they went their separate ways and headed to bed.
      The next morning Dean walked down to his sister’s room to get her up for breakfast. He knocked on the door and didn’t hear a response. He opened the door and walked in to see her bed empty. He looked around and noticed the dresser drawers were mostly empty and her weapons bag was missing from the closet. He was about to yell for Sam when he saw folded pieces of paper resting on the pillow. There was one for him, Sam, Cas, and Mary. He grabbed his letter and eased onto the edge of the bed.

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Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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Yea see, the problem is, with all the talk of “we accept lgbt aces and aros!!!” and “we only exclude cishet aces and aros!!!” is you can’t really do either.

I’m a bi trans aro. For my mental health and for my personal feeling of safety, I need somewhere to talk about and get support for ALL of my orientations. I need community that understands the intersection of all my identities. I need to be able to turn to people who are willing to help with my trans issues, my bi issues, and my aromantic issues.

If I am part of a community that actively says “we don’t have space for an a-spec community,” I am being excluded. My needs, and those of all the others like me, are being sacrificed in order to keep out (the actual minority of us) “cishet” aces and aros.

If I am part of a community that insists my identity is “just a modifier,” my orientation is being invalidated. If I am part of a community that says “aros face no real problems,” I am not going to receive the support I need. If I am part of a community that says first that “a-spec identities are all mental illnesses,” then say that my mental illness is not “allowed” to affect my other identities, I am not safe. If I am part of a community that generalizes “all aces and aros” as bad, and forcefully labels all aces and aros as “cishet” I will never have equal respect as anyone else.

If I get told my aromanticism makes me inherently abusive and that my being aro inherently sexualizes everyone else, I will never be accepted into the community.

Please explain how I am welcome at all in the LGBT, as a bi trans aro. Please explain to me how this is supposed to “not target” people like me, but “just the cishets.”

Explain to me how I wouldn’t be treated like a second class member if I am treated like one of my orientations is an embarrassment and that I don’t deserve any support or community for it.

Cause either you’re that damn ignorant, or you’re lying our your asses as you knowingly and forcefully remove LGBT people from the only community they have.

anonymous asked:

Wtf no need to be rude. I was gonna follow you because of baby doll but what's the point in following a blog that doesn't write smut.. Your blog won't survive along side all the smut blogs like @jeonjagiya, @avveh and @elliejade if you don't write smut.. Like who just writes fluff its boring and stupid, like I tried reading well tailored and it is so boring and sucked. Sorry but maybe you just shouldn't write

Firstly, thank you for reading Babydoll, that fic made me super nervous posting and I am happy you enjoyed it.

Secondly, It is okay to have an opinion on smut vs fluff I understand that you like smut and prefer it, but I just don’t feel comfortable writing it, therefore, I don’t.

I really don’t care if my blog “SURVIVES” That isn’t the goal of my blog, I write because I like to write. This isn’t about who has more followers or who writes better. I can bet you anything all three of the writers you listed feel the same way.

Lastly, I don’t think they would be very happy with you going around harassing other people’s blogs like this, it’s really childish.

Writers have the RIGHT to refuse to do any request they don’t feel comfortable or just don’t want to do. 

You don’t own us, nor should you try to start drama between us either. I love all three or those writers blogs and respect them a lot. 

Please, If you don’t like my blog, then don’t follow me. Simple as that. No need to come onto my blog and be mean.

I hope you have a nice evening and I hope you find someone who is willing to write that smut for you. I am sorry that I am not able to.


"hm, we shall see about that."

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual situations, this is about jealousy,

prompt: jason and roy are going out clubbing and run into y/n and a friend.

End of the summer. Just got dumped by someone, actually a month ago but I’m still not over it. It’s time to do the one thing I dislike doing, but I like spending time with Haley. Haley loves to club, she says that even if you don’t drink you feel this experience of rush. The music will zone you out, the warmth of all the people, the strangers who dance beside you with *sometimes* the same goal to get lost for a while.

As Haley and I get dressed, both wearing her dresses since I don’t really have any clubbing attire, I contemplate what really has brought me to this moment.

‘flashback to a month ago lol’

“I mean, it’s not anything personal but-”

“What do you mean, not personal? You’re breaking up with your girlfriend of a year?”

“I didn’t mean it that way, it’s just that I am going to be enlisting and I can’t have you waiting around for me.”

“I can, I can wait for you. Don’t feel like it’s unfair to leave me here waiting because I’ve told you before that I am willing to wait for you because I love you. Don’t do this Austin. We’ve talked about this before.”

“I just can’t. Okay? I feel guilty, that everyday you will have to wait for me and you might not even be able to see me anymore.”

He walks towards me and starts to cradle me.

I accept the hug and whisper,
“If this is what you want. Go for it, but you should know that you aren’t the only person in my life that I stay up worrying about whether or whether not I’ll be seeing them alive soon.”

“Y/n, baby. I can’t do this. You should be happy with someone who can take care of you. Don’t choose me. Don’t choose someone who can’t stay up with you and cuddle. I can’t do that with you anymore. It’s just not fair to you. I love you, y/n. So much that I’m letting you go.”

“Without a fight?”

He kisses my forehead and sighs.

“I don’t want to fight and lose.”

As much as I wanted him to say that he was willing to take that chance, he didn’t. My heart broke. I was used to it.

‘end of flashback’

Austin was a really great guy. He’s happy now and I am still recovering. It’s time for me to get over it.

I put on my last touches, (makeup/accessories/etc), and give myself a once over in the mirror. Haley’s red dress looks great on me. I didn’t expect it too, since she’s got a lot of, let’s say, well, she’s a lot ‘fuller’ in those areas than me.

Haley smacks my ass and checks herself out in the mirror as well.
“Hey hot stuff, you ready to go?”

“Yea, sure lemme just grab a bite for the car ride.”

She’s wearing a black dress and it looks great. We complement each other so well. Even though we both are different nationalities and we look so different, we just look, SO good next to each other.

The car ride is great, I haven’t spent much time with her lately, I’m either at work with Mr. Wayne, spending time with his family as odd as that sounds, or with my boyfriend, now ex boyfriend. I spend a lot of time with my bosses family, it’s actually not as weird as it sounds.
I found out about their little secrets as I was staying the night over in the manor and someone (Dick) woke up in a terror and was yelling about villains and it really didn’t take long for me to find out that Mr. Wayne was Batman and Dick was Nightwing. I mean, Mr. Wayne didn’t hire me because I was good at presentations and good at getting coffee. We were already close before that incident though. I felt like I was already apart of the family, spending time to babysit Damian when he was sick, or to help manage expenses of the Wayne enterprises at his very own home. He treated me like a daughter, and I couldn’t ask for more. He even approved of my boyfriends and spent time with me, since I don’t really have any family in Gotham.

I was really close to Jason, we share the same kind of humor and we like some of the same things. He was my best friend until he got busy with this girl from 'his field of work’ which just meant he was infatuated with some girl that was also a super hero type. He didn’t spend much time with me anymore even though we’ve been best friends for almost a decade. I’ve been with the Wayne family before and after Jason’s death, wildly enough. Connected by school I guess. Ya girl was smart enough to get a scholarship from Gotham Prep Academy and hopping from Wayne enterprises internships and the story goes on. It was okay that Jason wasn’t spending time with me because I had Austin. He’s not here with me now, it did get lonely without Jason but I understood that he had someone and I couldn’t just ask him to drop her to hang out with sad little me. It’s whatever. Really.

I sing along with the radio while riding with Haley. I missed this.

'Jason’s POV’
“Hey man, let’s go! Still trying to fix your hair? You should just leave the white streak, the lights will make it look so good.”
Roy says as he ruffles my hair with his annoying hand.

I swat it off and continue to spray my hair with the black hair paint.
“Let me be Roy, let me be.”

“You care too much about what you look like, don’t worry about it okay? We are going to have a great time at Strobes and meet some hot girls and we are going to enjoy the moment. When was the last time we both were single at the same time?”

I chuckle and grab my leather jacket™.
“Fair point, let’s go.”

We get into my car and I start getting lowkey emotional.


“Thanks for this man, you have no idea what this means.”

He puts his hand on my shoulder and laughs.
“Actually I do know what it means. You’ve told me copious amounts of time how much you miss (ex girlfriends name) and before that, how much you wish you and y/n were together, and before that, how much you wish that you could have that smooth Dick Grayson charm™. Or about-”

I smack the back of his head.
“Okay, okay, I get it. Thanks bud.”

“Always here for you man. Never forget.”

I start the car and I think about what Roy says as he plugs in the aux cord.

I haven’t thought about y/n in a while. I don’t know if I still have the same feelings towards her but I also haven’t seen her in the longest time. We both were dating other people so it didn’t make sense to be hanging with each other alone. I mean, Roy is great but movie nights aren’t the same or when we have lunch and y/n and I talk about books. It’s been a while.

“You haven’t been clubbing in a while, you miss it?”

“Roy, I don’t ever remember what I do in clubs.” I laugh.

“Yeah, maybe this time you can lay off the drinks.”

'normal POV’
We get into Stobes and I am a little perplexed. It’s not what I pictured and I don’t actually know what I expected. I mean, this club had valet and I knew it was a higher up club but inside?

Male models, were serving drinks. I swear these men have never looked so good. Half the club was low lighting, dark walls with metallic accents, nice booth tables and curtains. The other half was lower lighting and flashing strobe lights. It had a DJ and she was so beautiful and wearing a suit so nice I was about to ask her where she got it from. I look around the dance floor, it’s just barely packed. The people here are so hot and I start feeling a little insecure. It’s a good atmosphere and all of a sudden, a thought comes to mind.

“How expensive is this place?”

“Oh my God can you please relax a little? I know, I know, 'broke is a feeling and a experience you can’t shake off’ but don’t worry about it okay? I have silver membership here so it’s fine. Also you won’t even be drink alcohol so it’s not like you are paying for drinks. Don’t do this. Stop worrying, you look sexy and so do those boys over there. Make friends sweetie, I’ll get us drinks.”

“I’m actually starving, meet me at a booth.”

“Yea, yea, sure.”

I dance my way over to a booth and look through the menu. Mildly expensive but I’m used to seeing pricey meals going out to eat with the Wayne Family. I order some fries and some slider for Haley and I to share.

She comes back and we start talking about all the hot people we want to dance with later.

'Jason’s POV’


“Oh this place is nice Red. You did good.”

“Told you Jay, you never listen.”

We are about to step into the club and Roy frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“Forgot my membership card, I’ll have to pay like $60.”

“I got you, don’t worry.”

“What? Oh, you think that the money is an issue. Cute. We have to wait in line you dingus.”

“What is that? Waiting in line? Never heard of it.”

I walk towards the security guard.

“Man, what are you doing? You can’t just ask to cut. That’s not a thing. Stop-”

I pat the securities shoulder and grin.
“Charlie! How are you?”

Roys jaw drops.
“You aren’t trying to Wayne yourself out of the line are you?” Roy whispers.

I wink at Roy, he doesn’t know that Charlie here also is security for Wayne tower. Only during the week days though, guess he’s here during the weekends.

“What’s up Mr. Todd?” He smiles back.

“Roy here forgot his card, but we are willing to pay the 60 dollars to get in. You think you can let this slide and not have us wait in that long line there?”

His smile begins to drop and I quickly regain the deal by saying,

“C'mon Charles, we are members. We just don’t want to let the night waste away. We can pay more for the inconvenience?” I smile, “Just this once?”

He regains composure and says,
“Just this once, Mr. Todd. Have a good night, sign here please.” He nods towards me and pats my back.

“Thanks man, I’ve got your back.”
I slide my card through the machine and sign our names on the list.

We walk in and I’m in awe.

“Dude, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. It looks so much better than-”

Roy grabs my shoulder and heads to the booths.

“Oh my God Jay, look who else is here!”

He starts waving and I can see y/n and her friend (Hannah?) looking at each other and eating.

That Hannah girl sees Roy and then whispers something in y/n’s ear.

'normal POV’
“Are they waving at us? They are soo hot. Do we know them?”

My brows furrow as I look up.
Oh my God! It’s Jason and Roy!

I stand up immediately and get ready for hugs. I haven’t seen them in a brick.

God they look good. Always hitting the gym and fighting off villains. Keeps them nice and tight.

“Hey! How are you guys?”
Roys pulls me into a hug and ruffles my hair.
“Hey kiddo, what are you doing in a club like this one? You’re a bit young?”

They always tease me. I miss it.
“I’m only two years younger than you, big boy. We are spending a girls night together, how about you?”

I let go of Roy and I hug Jason.
It’s bone crushing, just like normal but he lingers a little longer than usual.

“Hey Jay.” I say quietly. “How’s it been?”

“Good, good seeing you again.”

“It’s been a hot minute.”

I quickly remember Haley and let go of Jason.

“Oh, Haley, these guys are my friends, Jason and Roy we met at the Barbecue in June.”

They nod and Haley introduces herself.
“I am Haley, y/n and I were about to go dancing but she got hungry so we are finishing up a meal. How about you guys join us before we part for the night?”

“Sounds fantastic,” Roy smiles as we all take our seats again in the booth.

Haley is sitting on the outside, followed by me, then I’m sitting next to Roy, Jason finishing the table off.

We conversate about how I haven’t seen the boys and we haven’t hung out and all that and movies we’ve seen. Haley and I finish eating before they do and decide we should start dancing.

“Thanks for stopping to say hi,” I say while wiping my mouth off, “but we are ready to dance so please excuse us.”

Haley and I start by dancing with each other and she’s talking to me about strategies to make boys feel welcome to dance with me.

'Jason’s POV’

“Dude, they look really spicy tonight.”

I hit Roy lightly and continue eating my burger.
“You can’t say that, we are talking about y/n, use other words.”

“Why can’t I? She’s looking really nice and so is her friend. You think they are single?”

hm. I have to think about that one. Is y/n single?

“Uh, Haley is definitely single. She’s the one who brought y/n here, you know y/n doesn’t go clubbing. She doesn’t even drink.” I chuckle and continue, “And if you are asking me, y/n is definitely single. She probably wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. Also, look at how Haley keeps nudging her in that guys direction. Why would she be doing that if y/n is already with someone? I also didn’t hear her say anything about Austin at the table so she’s probably not with him anymore.”

“Are you over her? If you are, can I try? Please?”

I mean,
“uh, I am definitely over her but, are you sure? What’s this about?”

“I don’t know, she’s looking really good tonight and I don’t see any issues with her, she’s a great candidate.”

Roy finishes his beer and rubs my upper back.

“Go for it man, don’t do her dirty though.”

“Eh, I’m not looking for a relationship. Hope she understands.”

I smirk thinking about how wrong he is and how he is going to be rejected. I know better than anyone that she is really into commitment.

“We shall see about that, talk to her.”

“Hey, if she rejects me, we shall finally know if you two really belong together.”

I take my Sprite mixer down with the last bites of my burger and smile.

“Go get em, tiger.”

'normal POV’

As I lose my tenseness listening to some remix of one of Chance’s songs I find myself dancing with a stranger while Haley dances with a guy in the corner of my eye. I keep and eye on her as I dance.

“You look a little thirsty, want to get a drink?” The stranger says while he leads me to the bar.

He orders a vodka shot and I get a clean martini. He talks me up about how my dress looks nice and my hair smells good and I realize that this guy is a bit much. Thankfully, as I down my drink, a hand is pulling this guy away from me.

“Hey sweetcheeks. How’s your night going?”

“Roy, are you drunk?” I giggle.

“A little, are you drinking?” He puts his hands on his hips like he is about to scold me.

“It’s a clean martini. The buzz will be gone in point two seconds.”

He steps closer to me and leans on the bar table. Shielding me from others.

“Y/n, why don’t we dance?”

I laugh, knowing that he is drunk and not thinking straight. Maybe he is a truthful drunk, and it will be fun.

I order one more glass and down it in a second and take Roy’s arm.

He whispers terrible pick up lines into my ear and I can’t stop laughing. I lose myself listening to the music and in his comfort.

He dances behind me, hands on my hips and roaming around my stomach.

'Jason’s POV’
As I dance with this girl I can see Roy making his signature moves™ on y/n. She’s sitting on a bar stool and talking to some guy, rolling her eyes and I giggle. Roy pulls him away and starts making her laugh. God, she’s so cute. He shows her his arm muscle when he leans onto the bar and I know y/n is looking because she told me herself that built arms are a real turn on to her.
It looks like she didn’t notice and they make their way onto the dance floor together. It’s making me a little heated seeing Roy whisper into her ear like she always tries to do to me.

I am not jealous. I’m just remembering all the things that I used to be attracted to when I liked her.

Those feelings came back.


'normal POV’
Roy is dancing with me really smoothly. I turn around and leisurely wrap my arms around his neck.
“Those heels look like they hurt.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

“Worse dance partners or worse shoes?”
He slurs the question and I laugh.

“You know, y/n, I could fall for you.”

“Is that so? I could say that about anyone here hun, you’re just drunk.”

“Nah, I mean it. Or you and I could just,” Roy leans in and kisses my neck, “we could just spend a night together, just friends afterwards.”

I’ve never heard an idea so good. Well, it’s been a while since I’ve done it. It’s not a bad idea to do it with Roy, he’s someone I trust and am comfortable with. It’s a good time too, we both aren’t dating anyone so…

I run my hands through the back of his neck and kiss his jaw.

“Sounds like a plan, hope-”

Suddenly I am cold and Roy has disappeared into the crowd and I see Jason in front of me.

My longtime #mcm. Cockblock.

“Hey, what the hell? Jay, you couldn’t have chosen worse timing.”

“We need to talk.” He says in a rush as he pulls me towards an elevator that I didn’t see before.

We step in and I hear him mumble before looking straight at me and saying,
“I don’t like you messing around with Roy.

I am your Captain (khan x reader)

A/N: helloooo! Just so you know, I kinda made the ending in a rush, and may edit this in the near future. Just so you guys know. Almost forgot to tag @dekahg Thank you.

Warnings: Violence and hate sex?

”You shot them!” You snapped, your hand flying across his face, your laser gun hitting his pale cheek with a powerful impact that made his face turn. He did feel it, you two were almost equal by strength, he just slightly overpowering you by his tall frame that towered above you. Though he never intimidated you, or you wouldn’t at least admit it. Besides, right now you were so outraged that you couldn’t control your anger, spitting at him curse words while you approached him with fast and swift strides.

”You asshole-” You started with a loud yell, your voice echoing in the stone valley. Dead bodies circled around your feet, the ones you had called as your friends, now ceasing to exists because of your commander and captain, a man who betrayed you.

You couldn’t finish your sentence getting interrupted as Khan took a hold of your arm, almost crushing your bone with his gripping fingers, preventing you from hitting him again. You had just raised your hand to swat him again. You couldn’t keep your hold on the big heavy gun and as your grasp on it loosened it slid from your fingers and hit the ground with a loud thud. You grit your teeth as you were now unarmed and raged, knowing you could never stand a chance in a fight with Khan, especially now that you were fuming with rage.

”They were not important to me.” Khan stated nonchalantly keeping his blue eyes on you. His intent stare made you squirm, not because you were intimidate,  but mostly because you just wanted to hit him. Repeatedly. But even if your good arm would to be free you couldn’t get the satisfaction of beating him to the ground. Not if you didn’t want to end up the same.

”They were important to me!” You hissed, your face only inches away from his. You narrowed your (e/c) eyes, a cold stare casting on Khan’s. ”And you promised me they would be safe.”

This didn’t concern Khan. He had never intended on keeping his promise for to provide protection to your inferior friends. He had seen them useful, replaceable.

”They were only soldiers.” Khan stressed, inching closer. ”The only use I had for them was sacrifice for our mission and our sake. I have to say they did that quite well.” He gazed about, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Those now dead soldiers, mostly men, lay there in the mud and stone, blood running out of each one. There were broken bones and bullet holes in every corpse and none moved. Not anymore. All of them had been killed quite quickly, not too much of time given to suffer.

”You bastard.” You muttered nonetheless of your friends painless deaths and pulled at your arm which he held uncomfortably high and never loosening his grip. You could feel his hold on you get only stronger as you tried to break free, Khan yanking you even closer to him. You yelp as he brings you closer, your bodies almost touching. You grit your teeth.

”Don’t tell me you cared for them?” Khan said in accusing tone and you knew how he lack of sentiment and expected the same from you, at least when it involved inferior humans, but you had always been slightly different from your kind. You were loyal, but not to the people Khan respected, but despised. You found partnership in inferior beings but with Khan around it was purely impossible.

You didn’t give him any answer, your cold eyes were still on his, not daring to break the eye contact. You didn’t want to look at your friends, your former companions that had been slaughtered right before your very own eyes and not being able to do anything. Not even call them back to shelter, and that had Khan assured. He had held you back, let your human soldiers go to the bullet rain. They were victorious as much as they were able to take down over half of your opponents until you and Khan came in to finish it. You were left alone with him, around you just the dead.

Khan smirked, humored by the wordless information he got out of you by studying just your reactions and expression. Your lowering eyebrows, the frown on your lips, oh how pathetic it was of you to care for such meaningless beings.

”You did care, didn’t you?” He didn’t care to hide the amusement from his voice, the grin only spreading on his cupid’s bow like lips. You could sense the mock from his tone. ”Bad girl.” Khan taunted you and laughed out loud when you lifted your free arm to connect with his jaw. Khan dodged fast, your left fist going over his shoulder, your right arm still caught by Khan. When you were pressed against Khan’s body, your armpit on his shoulder, Khan took the opportunity and wrapped his other arm around your waist, locking you in place.

You grit your teeth together in your new position, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Khan had you pinned against himself and there were no room to move so you settled your left arm over his shoulders, keeping yourself steady in his arms. You two looked like you were about to dance, Khan holding your right arm with his left, his right around your waist and your left behind his neck. Your feet were barely touching the ground, only an inch higher and not even your toes would reach to touche the surface of the cold ground.

You were beyond pissed. In this position you were unable to fight him, but a thought came to your mind and a need to smirk took over you but fortunately you were able to contain yourself before letting the smile spread on you lips, to give away your plan.

You were just about to knee him in the groin, when Khan leaned close, his hot breath hitting your ear, his lips brushing over your bare neck. ”Don’t even think about it.” He growled slowly and despite your rebellious personality decided to obey. He already had you cornered. He could end you if he wanted to, though not as easily as any other being, you would fight him if needed even if you knew you would have very low chances of winning but you always came down fighting. Not by choice but by instinct.

”Tell me, what could have those imbeciles do that we could not?” He dared with an amused tone. You almost fell for his trap, but as you were still insisting to fight him, verbally if you must, you snarled at him, ”Have trust in others.” Khan only chuckled at that, but you weren’t finished. Not quite yet. ”And they show loyalty on a level you have never even heard of!” This did the trick and you found yourself being pushed against a stone pillar with power that was enough to empty your lungs but not enough to break you through the stone or hurt you.

”You dare to talk to me about loyalty?” Khan growled, his teeth gritted and eyes blazing with anger. His right arm was placed over your throat and it squeezed your windpipe almost shut. Your eyes barely open anymore, trying to struggle and find strength to push him off, but only able to scratch his arms. ”I saved you! I did all I could to assure your safety and this is how you show your gratitude? Comparing me to those pests?” Surprisingly his hold loosened and you were able to breath normally.

”Those pests you’re talking about would have never turned against you as you did to them!” You snapped when you were sure your heart beat lowered a little, your breathing back to normal again. ”They even died for you.”

”They died for you.” Khan corrected. ”Do you really thin they would have followed me? They were all only here because of you. You were nice to them, you cared for them and I am well aware they would have taken you from me if I would to let them keep their precious lives.”

”You fucking jealous-” You stopped in mid sentence. You just realized what he was on about. Would it really be that he was jealous and worried you would have left him? There had never been a conversation between you and the group of people that had companied you on this quest where they would have tried to recruit you and leave Khan. ”You, you were jealous?” You wondered out loud. Khan scoffed and rolled his eyes. ”Then again, I would have left you when the time was right.” You joked with a serious tone. You gasped as Khan lunged at you, he took a hold of your shirt’s collar and pulled you up the pillar, his face inches away from yours as he growled, ”You are not going anywhere if I have anything to do with it.” You went to correct him but Khan pushed you against the pillar to shut you up. ”You are mine, I am your captain, I am your commander and you are part of my crew. And that is final!”

”You idiot really thought that was the plan?” You mocked, but not amused at all. You were still pissed at him for getting your friends killed and for attacking you. ”They never said anything of that sort, and besides, they were willing to become part of your crew!”

”You think I would have taken them to my ship?” Khan brought you closer. ”I wouldn’t have them near you. Not even if they were on the other side of the galaxy.” Shit he was getting possessive of you. You couldn’t help but hiss at him, ”You’re insane.” Khan smirked at that, his hold on you softened only slightly, but not enough for you to break free. ”And yet here you are.” Before you could come up with a sassy or snarky comeback, Khan leaned forward and crashed his lips on yours. You tried to push him away to which Khan found humorous recording the smirk that spread on his lips, and he nibbled at your lower lip. You wouldn’t give in to him, you were still pissed at how he treated you and deceived you so you denied his access to your mouth.

Khan parted your legs by pressing his knee in the between of your legs, putting pressure on your womanhood which made you gasp. Unfortunately you opened your mouth and Khan taking the opportunity, shoved his tongue in your mouth to wrestle with yours. You tried to get him off, but he took the dominance in everything he did and you were left to submit to him, which you did not do so subtly. You tried to keep control of the situation, but failed when Khan lifted you higher, your legs in the air hanging above the ground and you were left with only one option, to cling on him like your life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, your legs doing the same on his waist. You hang on to him, his hand around your waist and the other burying in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. His strong form was all over you as you were all over him and you let the kiss last long enough, until Khan pulled away to gasp for air.

”Khan, we have a mission.” You gasped, but it was hard to concentrate on talking when Khan went to suck your neck, lick, nibble and lick the sweet spot that made you almost moan. You were to climb off of him, your legs separating from his body but with Khan’s next move he made it clear he wasn’t finished. He pushed you hard against the stone wall behind you, your body trapped between him and the pillar and Khan gave you no space to use to get yourself out of his arms, not even inches were between your bodies.

”We finished it already.” He reminded you with a low growl. His voice had become raspy from lust, maybe it had been all your fighting that turned him on and so did you fighting back.

You could feel a bulge pressing your  crotch as Khan pushed closer towards you, you also couldn’t help it this time and moaned out loud wantonly. This amused Khan and he went grinding you repeatedly. His tight black clothes didn’t help the situation at all, you were able to feel all his muscles with your bare hands and as your thin, tight black clothes that matched his gave you no protection from his thrusts. Your flesh was starting to grave for him, tingling around the spots that he touched and you hadn’t even realized you had lifted your legs around him once again.

Khan was no occupied with your collarbone, doing the same he had with your neck. You became frustrated with his acts as he played you like an instrument. He declined you of any kind of chance of fighting him off, since he was practically all over you. He had you pressed against a wall.

”I’m not going to do this while in middle of a mission.” You muttered. You gripped the back hair of Khan’s trying to pull him away from you and he did, but for his own doing, smirking at you like a bastard he was and purred, ”But you are.” His cockiness only brought you more disturbance and you really wanted nothing more than to hit him, and then maybe fuck him. He had woken your lust and there was no denying that.

”Get off of me, Khan! Right now!” You ordered him, but knew it would have no effect on him which was proven when Khan grinned at you, chuckling. He did look quite handsome, you did have to give him that. Those cheekbones and that black hair with some loose strands hanging over his forehead and that mouth of his. Those lips you wanted on every part of your body.

Your expression had softened just when Khan leaned in, but this time he nuzzled your neck, his arms around you, hugging you while you were clinging on him with all your fours. And with a soft but daring tone he almost whispered, ”Not yet, I have a point to prove.” You froze for a second, not sure what to say to his sudden soft approaching, just holding on to him, your fingers gripping his shirt, your head on his shoulder.

”That point being?” You finally asked.

”That you are indeed mine.” He breathed out and you gasped. He was, undeniably, very possessive.

Hello! My name is Dylan and I’m a voice actor and creator of original and fan voice creations (as evidence by a majority of my voice acting page).

I am currently saving up money for an eventual move so that I may more actively pursue my acting/voice acting career. I am in between jobs at the moment, but would like to continue my saving up! Thus, I decided I would really love to open up commissions so that I may make a little money doing what I love as well as providing you all with fun content (which I also love so I admit I am getting quite a bit out of this)!

I am willing to upload all commissions to my blog as well as send them to you should you so choose to have them shared publicly. If not, they will be directly sent to you without being posted!

To get a feel for my work and a small sampling of the characters I can do, please feel free to visit my voice acting page here! —> (x)


Ringtones/Personal Messages/Short Character Impressions - $3 Base Price *

Short voice work here will be considered around a minute in length. All these works can be extended beyond this time with an additional $1 more for each extra 30 seconds.
Additionally, added effects (sound, music, etc.) can also be requested for an additional $1 for each added effect!

I will need you to send me exactly what you would like me to say in the above types of commissions. If you would like me to write/come up with them myself, I will need to ask for an additional $2.

Character impression requests are not limited to what can be found on my voice acting page. I will do my utmost best to impersonate any character requested. If the impression is not up to standard, we may discuss an alternative request or I will offer a refund on the recording!

Character Dialogue/Banter/Scripts - $5 Base Price

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  • Anything mentioned above, as well as content and voice work I have failed to include in my commissions pricing (if you request something not listed, we can discuss pricing together)!
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Midnight memories

Picture is not mine!

Warnings: Smut

Harry’s POV

It’s already past midnight and I still can’t sleep. My thoughts are all about her. Somehow, she has managed making her way into my mind and conquering my whole heart. All I do is constantly thinking about her. Every day, every night. Since the day she moved into my house. I think I shouldn’t have fallen in love with her. She’s a family member after all. My cousin.

She was allowed to spend her holidays with us since we haven’t seen her or her family for years. She lives in the US and my family and I live in England. My mum has been very excited to see her and she couldn’t even stop talking about her for at least a week.

While (Y/N) is probably sleeping peacefully in our guest room, I’m tossing and turning around in my bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I still remember how her lips felt against mine as she leant forward to kiss me a few days ago. So gentle and so soft. I’m longing for her from that moment on. I’m yearning for more. I’m yearning for her touch, to feel her body against mine. I’m longing for her kiss. There are so many different things that I want to do with her.  I want to show her my love.

But it’s very hard with my mum around. She nearly caught us kissing. So I preferred to be more cautious around her, but you can’t miss the loving glances from (Y/N) that I receive whenever I’m around her. Sometimes, it feels even harder for me not to throw her onto the couch and be as much as close to her that I can because I struggle with fear that we could be caught.

I throw my blanket away from my body and stay up. I cannot take it anymore. I need to be with her. Now.

With excitement rushing through every part of my body and my stomach fluttering with thousand little butterflies, I sneak out of my bedroom. Just the thought of touching her again makes me going wild.

I’m taking a moment to make sure that my mum is not around. She is used to have drink at night but for my luck she’s really not around. With slow and quiet steps, I go down the stairs. My hands are a bit sweaty and my heart, damn my heart feely heavy in my chest.

“Calm down, Harry.” I try to relax. I’m standing in front of the guestroom now and only the white door is between me and (Y/N). It’s the last hurdle I have to deal with to be with her. I take a deep breath and my shaky hand opens the door.

The whole room is illuminated by moonlight. It’s beautiful. My eyes wander to the spot under the window where huge bed is placed there. And there she is!

She looks so innocent and pure while she’s sleeping and with the moonlight lighting her face, she looks more like an angel. Her hair is glittering and I want to run my fingers through her soft and silky strands of hair. I slowly go toward the bed and sit down beside her, watching her chest lifting and falling as she inhales and exhales. Stretching out my hand, I gently caress her cheek. So soft.

And I bend down to her face, my lips brushing hers because I cannot restrain myself. So, I’m kissing her until she wakes up. After a short time, I feel her moving beneath me and her lips responding my kiss. Her hands cup my cheeks and a deep moan escapes my throat. I missed her so much.

She opens her beautiful and mesmerizing eyes which are shining like stars. The sight overwhelms me and if I stood on my feet, I can guarantee that I would collapse to the ground. My legs feel like jelly. Even when she sleeps she looks perfect.

Her skin smells like cherries and apricot. My favorite scent on her. She smiles at me sleepily.

“Harry.” She mumbles. “Am I dreaming or are you really here?”

“What do you think, love?” I answer, kissing her lips again. This time she laughs quietly.

“Did you miss me so much?” I nod with my head as an answer, leaning down again to capture her lips with mine. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I am addicted to her. She is the best thing that happened to me.

She clasps her hands around my neck, pulling me firmly to her body. I don’t mind it at all. As long as I am with her I’m willing to take everything she has to offer to me. Her tiny hands try to strap my t-shirt off of my head and I’m helping her. She observes my naked torso, her fingertips gliding slowly along my back, causing goose bumps on my skin. Laying her other hand between my chest, she mouths “I’m so in love with you, Harry. Please keep me in your heart. Keep me safe in here.”

Happiness and love wash over my face. I was dying to hear these words from her sweet lips. Now that I have what I wanted, I’m more than happy. She loves me back and that’s all I can ask for.

We kiss each other again, I can’t t get enough of it, and while we do so, my hand sneaks under her top, stroking her belly. Her muscles tense under my touch and my lips curl up into a smile. Her breathing increases the closer I let my hand wander up to her breasts. For my luck, she wears no bra. I cup one breast, gently squeezing it. She sighs into my mouth, pressing her body against mine.

I take her nipple between my thump and pointer finger, pinching it carefully. I don’t want to hurt (Y/N) while I try to show her how much I adore and admire her. “Harry…” She whimpers. A sweet sound ringing in my ears.

She tries to get rid off of her top and I help her taking it off. I’ve never seen her naked before, it’s my first time and my eyes widen as they glance at her breasts. They’re so full and so beautifully shaped. I want to take off her pants too but I’m not sure. However, the way she looks at me confirms her permission for me to slip it off.

(Y/N) sits confidently in front of me, not  even showing a slight trace of shyness or nervousness. Instead, she hugs me and I feel her breath on my ear.

“I’m all yours, Harry. Do whatever you want to do with me.”

I want to, I really want to but I don’t know if it is the right thing. I don’t want to rush into things nor do I want to put her under pressure. She means so much to me.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” She asks as she realizes the uncertainty in my eyes. “Is everything alright?”

“No…I mean, d-do you seriously want it? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“You do not pressure me, Harry.” She assures with a smile but I’m still feeling uneasy about this. (Y/N) stays up and picks up her panties from the ground, putting it on again.

“Better?” I smile, nodding my head. (Y/N) comes towards me, pushing me down onto the bed, then hovering above me. My whole body shakes with excitement.

“Relax, Harry.” She whispers in my ear. But the words that escape her mouth in the next few moments, make my heart beat wildly against my chest and pleasure takes control over my entire body. Every part of me burns with hot desire for that girl.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Just give in to me.”

After my shirt is thrown on the floor, her lips engulf my torso with hot and wet kisses. Her breath burns on my skin, I don’t know how to describe the feeling that I feel right now. You can’t find words for this anyway. She makes me crazy. I’ve never fallen so hard for a girl before.

Her hand slowly glides into my boxers, right to my sensitive spot and I hiss as he touches me down there. My breath becomes fast and heavy. Now she’s got me.

“Stay still.” (Y/N) orders and I obey. Then, she takes my hands, placing them beside my body. After that, she tugs my shorts down legs. She grabs my erected cock and starts pumping it. I throw my head back, my eyes hit the back of my head because of the pleasure she gives me.

“Shit…” I moan, pressing my lips together firmly, trying to control the sounds that escape my mouth. It’s very hard. (Y/N) obviously finds it very funny to tease me, an evil grin decorates her face. She lets her hand glide up and down my shaft even faster and even harder and I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds that I make. Oh, how good she’s with her hand!

“(Y/N)!” I cry her name out. She works her hands so well on me, I’m sure it won’t need me too long to find my release. A few more strokes, just a few more strokes and I will explode.

“What’s wrong with you Harry?” She asks innocently, winking at me. I buck my hips at her touch, thrusting into her hand. I am desperately looking for my climax. Her thump glides over the tip of my hard cock. Nobody has ever pleasured me the way she does right now.

“It feels so good!” I groan. And then my orgasm hits me and I cum all over her hand. (Y/N) laughs happily, taking a handkerchief to clean up the mess that I did. She dabs it over my sensitive cock until everything, including her hand is clean again.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?” I ask out of breath.

“Yeah, I do!” I grab her wrist and pull her to me. We look at each other’s eyes with an intense glare. I just love her so much.

“I really want to make love to you right now, (Y/N) but not today. I think it’s too soon. Instead, I will reward you for the pleasure you gave me. It’ll feel so good, you won’t want me to stop.”

I turned us around so she lies underneath my body, kissing her lips before we continue making midnight memories.

I'm a Fucking Daddy and I love it

I love being a Daddy Dom. I love everything about it. I believe that being in a dd/lg relationship is one of the most purest ways to love. The individuals completely give themselves up for one another to become the absolute best form of themselves they could be. If it’s done properly. I love the fact that you don’t have to hide anything from your partner because hell we are dealing with the darkest parts in our lives. To realize what this gift is would change anyone’s life. I mean you are crossing boundaries you never even knew could exist, how is that not enticing itself. What’s so crazy is I haven’t meantioned the sexual addition to it and I won’t because there is no need to. We all have sex, so whether you do it vanilla or you put staples in someone its still within the same guidelines but this is about the connection, emotion, loyalty, trust, and love or some form of higher attachment if you don’t believe in love as I. I mean seriously how fucking adorable is it to see an adult in their childish years. You get to witness the innocent little person they should of been YOU! I’m sorry for rambling but as you can tell I am very invested in this lifestyle I breathe it, it is in my soul, I am a Daddy all day everyday. I don’t know why anyone would even want to fake this. When you start really living this life and understanding your roles it will all make sense. Everything that has ever happened has lead you to where you are now and to this post. I love all of you with an open heart and giving of my time. If anyone ever just needs to say something dont hesitate please i am always willing to listen and advise that’s what real Daddy’s do.


Hello! Since everyone seemed to take a liking to the art I posted on this blog, I decided I would start doing commissions! The digital art previously done on here has been completed using only free apps and my fingers, so it is obvious that I am doing this because of my tight budget. However, the money will not be going towards a tablet or anything of the sort. In fact, by commissioning me, you will be buying me meals and helping me move out of my house :D Not gonna give details there, but hopefully you can infer enough by the fact that I have to pay to eat (and even then, a meal is not guaranteed). Anyway, if you are interested, prices are listed as thus:

Hand Sketch - $3
Digital Drawing - $5
Digital w/ Colour - $6

Half Body:
Hand Sketch - $4
Digital Drawing - $6
Digital w/ Colour - $10

Full Body:
Hand Sketch - $6
Digital Drawing - $10
Digital w/ Colour - $15

Scene (Multiple People):
Prices will vary depending on the amount of people in said scene
Hand Sketch: $10
Digital Drawing - $15
Digital w/ Colour - $20

I am willing to draw anything (including, but not limited to, your angelic self and anthros!) besides NSFW considering the fact that I am only 17 and don’t think that would be right of me : )

My only requirements are that you:
a) Email me at readyrituals@gmail.com to commission me! I work through Paypal, so it’s just a lot easier that way! If you would prefer doing this over tumblr messenger, however, that is fine as well as long as I am supplied with an email to use for a payment method.
b) Pay in advance! I promise not to scam you, I don’t work like that, but if there is any chance I feel I won’t be able to get to your commission (for some reason, though that is extREmely unlikely), I will return the money. However, if you want to leave a tip (which would be awfully kind of you, though it is not required), we can discuss paying after the product is completed so you can decide by the end of it how much you are willing to tip, if any.
c) Supply me with as much detail as possible! I am really excited to do art for people and want to know everything there is to know about the subject(s) I’ll be drawing so I can get it just right for you and give you your money’s worth! I wanna know everything from builds to character’s personality and/or any specific pose you’d like!
(What would be even better is if you had a reference of sorts, but I don’t require that!)

Anyway, that’s all!
Please help a guy out, if you’re willing, and I will try my best to fulfil your needs!
Have an awesome day, everyone! 💕✨

anonymous asked:

came for the fantasy biology, stayed for everything else. Happy International Women's Day! Do you think the feminisation of veterinarian field is contributing to lower wages? In Eastern Europe, where the entire medical profession is seen as "women's work", medical doctors are paid very low wages, similar to teachers. It seems that the more women enter a field, the more it becomes undervalued and lower wages results. In the west, where medicine is male dominated, there are good wages.

Yes I do think the increasing percentage of women in veterinary medicine has contributed to the profession’s relatively low wage/ I was going to write this as a part 2 for the original post, but since you asked I’ll put in here.

Consider this Feminization of the Veterinary Industry, part 2.

As a society, we unfortunately have a tendency to perceive ‘women’s work’ as being less important. This is bollocks, but it’s a perception that exists. It’s pervasive and insidious. As society views women’s work as less valuable, it inevitably ends up viewing work done mostly by women as, by definition, ‘women’s work’. As a result work done by female vets seems to be valued less, and eventually so does the work of our entire profession.

I still see this directly sometimes. A price or estimate for a procedure given by myself is more likely to be disputed, sometimes quite aggressively, but the same arguments is not raised against estimates given by male coworkers.

There’s been a pretty good study called ‘Effect of gender on ownership and income in veterinary practice’. If you have access to the Australian Veterinary Journal you cal look up the paper directly. The data could be summaries as follows:

  • All age groups of vets are averaging more than full time hours
  • Men achieve practice ownership sooner, independent of geographical location
  • While new graduates are starting on similar wages despite gender ( median 39k for men and 36k for women)
  • While 10-20 years after graduation men are working more hours than women on average, this is still above full time hours for both groups.
  • 20 years after graduation, when men and women are averaging 50 and 49 hours per week respectively, the average incomes are 81k and 51k respectively.

That’s female vets with the same years of experience earning 62 cents in the dollar compared to their male counterparts, for those playing at home. You might wonder whether that’s because male vets are working more hours, or because more of them are practice owners. The study wondered this too. Here are their results.

According to these results, even when female vets are working more than full time, they are still earning less than their male counterparts. Female vets that own practices are earning similar incomes to male vets who are only employed. This is disappointing when the pay scales were so equal at the early stages of the career.

There was also a study I’ve read, but cannot for the life of me find (but will offer cookies for anyone that does locate it) that collected historical wage data for veterinarians, dentists and general practitioners from around 1970 onward to compare this data to the percent of women in that field.

 At great surprise to nobody, wages were pretty similar for the three professions when all three were male dominated. But the data showed that while dentist and GP wages increased roughly with inflation, veterinarian wages increased at a lower rate, resulting in the average vet wage in the modern day being approximately half that of the other two professions.

The wage gap for new graduate veterinarians is pretty little. This is probably explained by the phenomenon of ‘poaching’ male new grad vets.

In short, male new grads are a rarity. They’re outnumbered by female graduates by 4 or 5 to one. Vet clinics that really want a male new grad, often because male practice owners see something of themselves in the new grad. Male new grads seem more likely to have job offers before graduation, often from clinics they’ve done work experience at. This is what we called ‘poaching’, because these male new grads didn’t even have to hit the job market for their first job.

The wage gap for practice owners is more concerning, and I don’t have a likely reason for why this would be so, or why it would be so marked. The most likely scenario I can think of is chronic undervaluing of services and their own work.

The chronic lower income of female veterinarians, which means the majority of the vet workforce has a lower income, may have contributed to the rise of the corporate vet practice chain.

Traditionally, a practice owner who wanted to retire would sell their practice, their life’s work, to their younger associate. If your younger associate has earned less than she perhaps would have for the previous 10-20 years, suddenly the younger associate isn’t in a position to buy the business. The practice owner needs to sell their business to retire, but their protege can’t afford it. Consequently, more and more of these practices are being bought up by different corporate chains when the owner wants to retire, but doesn’t have a buyer of their own.

I don’t know anyone who sold to a corporate as their first choice. Mostly this happens because there wasn’t another buyer who could match that price. The industry in general was very resistant and hesitant about these corporate practices, but they have now secured themselves in the industry and are here to stay. Once a corporate owns a practice, they rarely if ever sell. They are more likely to close the practice and transfer the client base than to sell it.

The old style of vet clinic, the small or family business where the owner is working alongside everyone else, is slowly vanishing. It makes me profoundly uncomfortable, because I don’t believe corporate medicine is the way it should be.

In the interest of full disclosure, I am female, and work more than full time hours across two jobs. One is in a locally owned small business, and the other is in a corporate emergency center. There is so much paperwork, customer service training and difficulty getting paid at the corporate clinic, it really is a huge amount of wank. But the corporate chains are the only enterprising willing to run them.

I can get away with not doing a lot of the stupid things the corporate wants me to do because of my years of experience and knowing just how fundamentally useful I am to them, I can call their bluff. A new graduate in my position wouldn’t be able to, and that worries me.

So what can the vet industry do?

I’d like to point out that at the tie of the study referenced above, the average wage in Australia would have been around $42k per year, according to taxation records. So the wages for many of us were proving to be very, very average.

If we’re going to stem the corporate takeover of the veterinary industry, then we need to be able to pay our employed vets better. They are working in their job to eventually buy their job, if you continually underpay them they wont ever be able to buy their way up, and for women this barely seems worth doing.

The veterinary industry needs the general public to be more willing to invest in animal health and care. This likely needs greater uptake of pet insurance policies, and that industry needs to get itself organized too.

Legacy planning should be considered earlier for vets who intend to sell their practice when they retire, i.e. most of them. This should be mentioned early as a potential future, or smaller percentage buy-ins over time rather then one lump sum.

This is just one of the issues the veterinary industry is currently facing, but the chronic undervaluing of women’s labor can’t be dismissed as a factor.

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A BIG Announcement - Please read this:

I want to preface this by saying that this is probably the hardest post I’ll ever write here:

First I want to remind you that the final part of the Guest series will be posted today at 12pm PST.

The big announcement is that, after it’s up, it’s time for me to go.

This is a decision that I’ve been struggling with for a long time; leaving feels like a bit of a last resort, but it’s becoming more and more clear to me that this is what I need to do. Taking a few days away or a week or a few weeks simply isn’t enough anymore; it’s just a temporary fix for a much bigger problem.

As a writer, I do everything I can to connect to my characters. I spend a lot of time immersing myself in the story so I can get the details just right. Because of this, I have found myself becoming very attached to the “character” of Harry that I create in my writing. Unfortunately, Harry is not a fictional character. I can’t control what he does in his real life and it’s hard to process when he “goes off script”.

Books and movies and TV shows all eventually come to an end; the characters within that don’t go on forever, except in your imagination, so you kind of have creative control once that particular story ends. This isn’t how it works when you write fanfiction about real people. Harry has a life and he’s going to do whatever he wants with it. At no point do I have creative control over him nor can I decide what he does with his future. As a writer, that makes it harder for me and, as a human being who gets attached to characters (and people), it causes a lot of stress and jealousy and sadness when my “character” does something I either don’t necessarily agree with or ends up with someone else in the end of the “story”.

It has gotten to a point where I dread opening Tumblr every morning, because I’m afraid of what might have happened over night. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to separate myself from this situation as best I can, and enjoy Harry simply as a fan. I am still very excited to hear the album, see the movie, and follow his career because I do really like him as an artist and performer and as a human being. But I can’t continue to know what he is doing with his life every single second of every day and pick apart and speculate about song meanings and all of that. I don’t want to know about his personal life, anymore than I do about other celebrities and artists I enjoy. I want to ultimately get to a point where, years down the road I’m sitting there enjoying his 5th solo album and hear that he’s expecting his 3rd child, only to react with, “Oh, I didn’t even know he had gotten married”, and then go on with my day as if nothing was different.

So, with that said, I have to regretfully say that I am leaving Tumblr. I’m not going to delete this blog, so you will still be able to read all of my stuff, but I won’t be logging on to interact or post or anything like that. It’s a very difficult decision because I’ve really enjoyed my time here and getting to talk to so many amazing people, but - as hard as it is - I know I don’t belong here anymore. When I first started writing, Harry sightings were scarce; I don’t think I anticipated what it would be like to see him every single day doing something new, and it’s just too much for me.

I love you guys so, so much! If anyone is desperate to keep in contact, I am willing to add a few select people to my Facebook (that I don’t use that much, but I am on it), as well as Instagram (that I also don’t use much, lol). But I hope you can understand why I need to do this and aren’t too upset over it. Like I said, I’ll leave this blog open and keep all the writing up; I just ask that you don’t repost my stuff anywhere else.

I will probably pop in on Monday to check messages and answer any questions, but then I’ll be saying goodbye. Please spread the word if you can; I don’t want anyone to be blindsided by this. I know it’s not the best time with the album coming out, but I feel like this is the right time for me to bow out.

I hope you enjoy the final part of Guest, and thank you all so much for all you’ve done for me.

First of all, lemme just give a HUUUGE thank you to @hotchnerfuckmeup for making this amazing edit!! I am so in love :)

Well, here we are at WEEK 9 of Hannah’s Sunday Reading List! As always, y’all never disappoint :) It was an awesome week of reading so many different types of fics and pairings!! Friendly reminder that if you want me to read your fic, be sure to tag me in it <3

Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:

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anonymous asked:

RANGER BAND AU AHHH your addition was on point, and also your tags like what kind of clusterfuck genre bending these hoes are gonna pull, godddd them wearing the ranger colors and just being the hugest little shits about it i LIVE. ITs too good man, it fits stupidly well. p.s. have loved your blog and fics for aaaages now and i am SO HYPE that youve jumped on the ranger train bc its my most recent obsession as well.

LISTEN, anon, I am so into this Band AU I can’t even TELL you. Like good lord, I am 100000% there for it and I have been thinking about it all morning. It would be more accurate to say that the Power Ranger train has HIT ME IN THE FACE rather than me doing any voluntary jumping. (But thanks ;D)

But let’s talk more about this AU and how I am now willing to sell my one (1) soul to someone if they write/draw/manip/WHATEVER it. (Or body swap. I also REALLY want body swap.) Important things to consider:

  • What is their band name? 
    • I feel like every time Zack suggests a name it’s ‘Zack and the ___s”: Zack and the Screw Ups, Zack and the Zords, Zack and the Rangers, Zack and Some Other People and Also Billy
  • Alpha 5 on triangle is inspirational, but I would also put forth Alpha on woodblock a la George Michael in his brief stint in  Dr. Fünke’s 100% Natural Good-Time Family Band Solution
    • Alpha: “If you want me on wood block, I can keep perfect time. Some call me “The Human Metronome.” You notice how I’m always on time? I’m never late for things”
    • Like, okay, I’m trash so I’m going to say it: obviously there is shipping. And ship wars. 
      • Trini is a little shit whose totally sarcasm encourages things
    • There are always trolls and the Rangers all get them, but one time someone says something mean about Billy and it is an INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT. 
      • Trini challenges the twitter user to a duel
      • Jason says the band is Cancelled until a formal apology is issued 
      • Kim points out that it would be easy to find the dude’s address and swing by with the zords and everyone worries a little that she might ACTUALLY do it
      • Zack writes a song called ‘twitter user GateGamerGeoff is a dick’ 
      • (A formal video apology is issued to Billy)
  • Everyone knows SOMETHING is up with them and the theories are crazy (aliens, mind control via music (Josie and the Pussycats style), secret agents, etc.) 
    • There’s like one person who is just THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY THE POWER RANGERS and has like… height comparison charts and super detailed excel sheets about the time of incidents and when the band all mysteriously disappeared but everyone is just like OH THAT WEIRD KOOKY FAN who thinks they are Power Rangers how HILARIOUS
  • There is definitely a song called ‘to the moon’ or something and it’s definitely about slapping Rita into space. Everyone thinks it’s some beautiful romantic metaphor. But it is not.
  • Kimberly Hart in an over-sized, slashed, pink tank top, okay?