but i ran out of colored pictures

Why I Stopped Babysitting.

(warning: very long story)

The last day I spent with Addy started with a long novel of a text message at six am. His mom, Kathy, had an out of town family emergency. She was incredibly vague about what was actually happening, but insisted that it was urgent, and that I really needed to watch Addy for the day. Since I was on break, and I liked Addy slightly more than I disliked Kathy, I told her I was on my way. When I stepped in the door, she stepped out. She looked disheveled, to say the least.

“Thank you so much sweety, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Without even waiting for a response she got into her car, and I closed the door.

Addy was on the ground surrounded by a sea of legos.

“Hey, what are you building buddy?” I got as close as I could without crushing anything and squatted down.

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hasan250aliza  asked:

Could you write a one shot where percabeth are married and are in their mid thirties and it's Annabeth's birthday, you could include percababies but it's up to you .

I know this is late since Annabeth’s birthday was on July 12th. But here we go!

  • Percy smiled as his son and daughter helped him make breakfast. Watching his seven and four year old, respectively, cook was the cutest thing he could imagine. Of course he did a lot of the work, but four extra hands were somewhat helpful.
  • “Alright, is the tray decorated?” Percy asked as he plated the food.
  • “Yes daddy!” His daughter grinned. 
  • Percy turned and saw the one of the flowers he bought for her in a cup with her presents tied onto the handles, and homemade cards standing up on the tray.
  • “I want to carry the tray!” His son said. “I promise to be careful!”
  • “The tray is really heavy.” Percy told him. “And we need to be quiet cause mommy is still sleeping.”
  • Percy put the plate on the tray and carried everything to his room. 
  • Annabeth was still asleep, tired from her long day at work yesterday. When she came home, Percy already had the kids in bed and tuckered out. 
  • “Wake mommy up gently.” He whispered.
  • His kids ran over to her and gently shook her as they said, “Mommy, wake up”. Annabeth groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled a little bit as she woke up.
  • “Happy birthday!” Their kids shouted. 
  • “Thank you.” She smiled sitting up. “Is that breakfast?”
  • “Yes! We helped!” Their daughter said, climbing up on their bed. “I helped with the eggs!”
  • “I bet they taste yummy.” Annabeth smiled.
  • Percy placed the tray over her lap and kissed her. “Happy birthday.”
  • “Thank you.” She grinned. “Everything smells delicious.”
  • Their son looked at her, tugging at the gift tied to the right handle of the tray. 
  • “Is that a gift for me?” She asked, untying the gift. “Can I get a hint at what it is?”
  • “No!” Their daughter said. 
  • Annabeth looked at her daughter. “Is this gift from you too?”
  • “No. Just him.” Percy said.
  • Annabeth opened the bag and took out an owl mug that looked like it was painted by her son. The owl was painted white and the rest of the mug was painted brown with some green spots.
  • “Do you like it?” Their son asked.
  • “I love it.” She replied with a smile. “I love it so much that I’m going to use it everyday.”
  • He smiled and climbed up onto the bed to give her a hug.
  • “Mine next!” Her daughter said. 
  • Annabeth untied the bag on the left handle and took out a picture frame that was colored in by her daughter. In the middle was a picture of her and her daughter.
  • “Like it? Like it? Like it?” Her daughter asked.
  • “I love it.” Annabeth smiled. 
  • Percy went over to his kids and picked them up. “Alright, let’s give mommy some space and have breakfast.” He placed them on the ground and they ran out of the room.
  • Annabeth looked up at Percy who was smiling up at him. He pulled out a long wrapped present from behind his back. 
  • “Where did you hide that?” Annabeth asked before putting a forkful of eggs into his mouth. 
  • “It was on my back. My pants held it up.” He told her as he handed it to her.
  • Annabeth opened up the gift and gasped a little. She looked at heart shaped necklace with a could of diamonds on it. “How-? Why-?”
  • “Happy birthday.” Percy smiled. “Want help putting it on?” 
  • “I’ll put it on later.” She replied. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.” 
  • He leaned down and kissed her. He left her kiss back, not wanted him to go.
  • “Stop hitting me!” They heard their son shout.
  • “I’ll take care of it.” Percy sighed.
  • “Thank you.” She smiled. “I’ll take the next one.”
  • “No you’re not. Not today.” He kissed her one last time before going to his kids.

husbandmurders  asked:

Hey! Thank you, it was very clear! Thank you so much for taking the time to explain!! I use my tablet for only a year and I change my way of doing so it is really interesting for me to see how others do. (I can say Queen Bella too! Haha I'm unstoppable!) I have one last question if you do not mind? How do you manage a background? I LOVE your Otayuri WTTD, one with just the light and the other the spectators, the ice ... it intrigues me a lot! I hope not to disturb you with all my questions! ;-;

I’m so sorry it took SO long ;;-;; I lost the file and found it recently
so here it is
I’m not sure if this drawing is the one you talked about

I have to say this many times. I’m not good at explaining things and mostly my artists friends are the same as I am.
if you ask them “how did you draw this and that” and you want them to explain, they’ll only said “uhhhh” or “idk i just draw it” because yes we only draw it just like that. and everytime I explain how I draw something they always said “ok nevermind i don’t get it tho”

you needs practices and experiments to be great at something, not just copying from people you admire.

I’m going to explain how to color the background. wml

1. get yourself your already done drawing

2. since I’m not good at drawing backgrounds, I usually use pictures from google or screenshots from videos. Kubo-sensei also use pictures for backgrounds for her WTTM comic.
edit it on photoshop
I always trying to draw my own background though. I use pictures for backgrounds just in a special occasion or I ran out of time to finish the drawing

3. you can’t just place the picture. you need to adjust the position so it’ll looks proportional (this part is actually pretty hard)

4. add dark purple, blue and red around the characters as seen on the picture

5. mY FAVORITE PART lmao. give layer clip effects on the blades and any part you feel like need a little touch like hair and blush on the cheek (I already discuss it on the previous tutorial)

6. give it a glow

7. add more details like faint glows on the blades, thin and thick scratches on the ice,highlight on the clothes, etc

8. give some tiny dots to make the drawing looks fresh and fun. don’t just randomly add the dots but you have to pay attention that some part need ice splatter and other part don’t

it’s done heheh *sweats*
I hope you can understand..

try to do experiments with your own style because some tutorials didn’t fit your style
I colored this one with my own coloring style. I just randomly mix and match the colors and have to redo many times before I get the color I desire

Moonie Ch. 3

Hello, lovelies! I’ve posted this on my blog, but I thought I’d put it here in case my post got lost in the ether. This community is so fun and inviting. I hope you all enjoy!

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It isn’t hard to get lost in the Elsewhere University Library.

One minute, you’re looking for a window seat on the second floor. The next, you discovered a staircase you hadn’t noticed before, and find yourself in a maze of unfamiliar offices and bookshelves that aren’t organized in any particular way. It’s just something about the library. The layout makes no practical sense. If you don’t stick to the well-tread paths, you wind up finding a table with a wobbly leg squeezed inside a tight maze of bookshelves.

That’s where the Librarian had sent me.

The shelves of the northwest corner on the third floor were packed so close together, I had to take my backpack off so that I could slip between them. Books filled every inch of space, forming solid walls of written knowledge. It was as if I were entering some fortress of learning, or the Temple of Doom. I began to wonder why the Librarian had recommended a spot so secluded. Were my scattered thoughts so apparent?

As I slid through the narrow opening between the shelves, my nose passed inches away from a row of books. I squinted at the unusual titles. The Thirteen Principles of Wish-making, Faire Folke and Luminous Beings, Metallurgy for Auracular Protections, Wylde Gentrye… Some of the titles weren’t even in English. Some weren’t even in any recognizable form of language. Strange symbols whirled across their antique covers. I blinked and pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose. The whirling stopped.

When I set my bag down on the nondescript-green painted table, it rocked to the side, threatening to topple over. I scowled in frustration. Stupid table. Stupid library that makes no sense. Stupid librarian telling me to sit at the shitty table. I hefted my books from my bag and spread them out across the surface.

About fifteen minutes into my Calculus homework, thick raindrops pattered against the window behind me. Absently, I checked the weather app on my phone. Sunshine all week, yeah, right.

Another hour later, I was bathed in golden light as the sunset poured through the window. At least, I thought it was an hour. It couldn’t have been much more than that as I was still slaving away over my Calculus questions. They day was flying away from me. As the moon peeked out over the tops of the buildings to visit my hidden corner, my head began to feel heavy. I blinked the sleep from my eyes. Blurry numbers smeared across the pages of my notebook. I gave myself a light slap.

Leaning back, I stared at the walls of books around me. Had the Librarian sent me to the Children’s Books section? Thin, brightly colored tomes lined the shelves. I pulled myself out of my seat and strode around the table. I reached out my hand and slid a book from the stacks at random. The Good Neighbours. I fanned the thick parchment-like pages through my fingers, stopping just to examine the pictures. A tall man with horns and hooved feet carried a girl away into the woods. Men and women wore heavy rings on their fingers and on chains around their necks. Milk and bread left on plates outside of doorways. A man ran screaming from white creatures on black horses, their hounds snapped at his heels with jaws like bear-traps. It was all so horrifically familiar. My hands quivered, but I could not stop turning the pages.

It all began to make sense, in a fantasy sort of way. Fairies. Goddamn fairies were stalking the edges of the university. Whoever had taken Jenny from Lot C was not a Someone, but a Something. Frigid sweat beaded on the back of my neck at the thought of the boy with the jagged, broken smile. I wasn’t paranoid. I had been right all along.

I spent the night skimming through pamphlets and old books. I took pages of notes. There were spaces between things, where time and dimension could Fold over on itself. Things that came through these Folds were glamouredto the human eye. There were ways you could see them. You didn’t want to see them. Protection, protection, protection.

It was dangerous to make deals with the Fair Folk. They could take things you didn’t know you could give, important things. Their gifts were impossible, beautiful, and terrifying. Those who managed to make a deal were forever changed.

When I squeezed through the gap in the bookshelves and returned to my dorm room, I had somehow missed the entire weekend and was running late for Chemistry 101. My greasy hair stuck up in all directions. Dark circles sagged under my eyes.

The Librarian smiled and waved at me as I jogged out into the morning mist. “Hope you found what you were looking for!” Her thin voice rang in my ears.

For the next four days, I was possessed by an unholy desire to Know. I searched for a Fold with single-minded clarity. If I could speak to one, I could find Jenny.

The nightmares got worse. The blaring of horns and yowling dogs got louder.

Last night I woke in the small hours of morning, drenched in salty sweat, and Something was sitting on my chest. It was the size of cat, but much heavier. The space it occupied was an inconceivable black mass in the darkness. The blurry, pale glow of my laptop screen was lost in its depths. A tiny black hole rested on my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut and reached for my glasses. My fingers pawed blindly at the table until they rested on the round plastic shape of my glasses. I stuffed them onto my face.

The Thing had gone. The weight, heavy and warm, remained. I gasped for air. Panic clutched at my lungs and stomach. I grasped my chest and felt something in my hands. It was a rock the size of a baseball. A dark brown coating of rust clung to its surface. No, it wasn’t rust. As I flaked a piece off with my fingernail I stifled a scream. 

The rock was coated with dried blood.


Shall I Compare thee to Pokemon (Johnny scenario)

Pairings: Johnny x reader

Genre: Fluff and comfort

Note: I dedicate this scenario to @galaxxygoddess​. You are so beautiful, inside and out. I hope you enjoy this scenario.

Johnny rubbed his eye as he entered your apartment during the dead of the night. Quietly, Johnny took off his shoes and put on a pair of slippers. It had been a long day for him as he was preparing for the upcoming comeback. Although he was happy and relieved to have debuted last year, he felt bad at how much less time that he could spend with you. Despite his busy schedule, he did his best to at least sleep in the apartment instead of at the dorm.

It came to no surprise to Johnny when he walked into your apartment to find you wide awake, sitting in the living room, and quietly playing music from your laptop as to not disturb your neighbors. Months ago had he come this late you would have been sleeping soundly, but lately you were staying up later and later to freelance since you still worked a full time job during the day. 

“Johnny!” You happily called out when you saw your sleepy boyfriend sluggishly walk to you. He plopped his body on to the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist as he let his head rest on your shoulder. “Long day?”

“Mhmm,” Johnny mumbled. You smiled and continued to type on your laptop. He let his head rest on your shoulder for a few minutes, before remembering that you had sent him snaps earlier in the evening about how your friend was coloring your hair. He lifted his head up to get a good look at your hair. It was softly curled and Johnny couldn’t help himself as he ran his fingers through your soft hair. “I like your hair. It looks really good,” Johnny said.

“You’re the first one to say that,” you said as nonchalantly as possible as you continued to type. His fingers immediately stopped playing with your hair and you stopped typing.

“Didn’t you send a picture to your parents?” He asked. You had looked so excited in the snaps you sent him earlier and he thought that there was no way that you wouldn’t send out pictures to your family and close friends of your newly colored hair.

“I did,” you softly said and it finally dawned on Johnny that your hair hadn’t been well received. “I think I’m going to dye it back to what it was before,” you continued to say. You finally turned to look at Johnny and he could see the dejection and disappointment in your eyes. He knew how much this meant to you and he understood how it felt to do something great for yourself only to have people criticize the end result.

“You know what your hair reminds me of?” Johnny asked.


“It reminds me of a mix between Slugma and Umbreon!” Johnny proudly replied.

“My hair looks like a slug?” You asked, your tone serious although you knew exactly what Johnny was referring to.

“No, no, no,” Johnny said in a panicked voice. “Uh. It’s like a Vulpix and Umbreon!”

You laughed and wrapped your arm around Johnny’s arm. “I’m just kidding, Johnny. I know what you mean.”

Johnny breathed out a sigh of relief and you felt his body relax. He staid quiet for a few moments to let himself carefully figure out how to really comfort you.

“Don’t let people tell you how you should feel about your hair. If you like it, then you should keep it, because at the end of the day you’ll always be beautiful,” Johnny sincerely said. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your body and his body close together, leaving no space between you and him. “You’ll always be beautiful.”

Ms. Powers- Part 19

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AN: At the bottom with be pics to help you visualize!!

The helicopter landed on the island and you and Steve got out. As soon as you two hit the tarmac Steve grabbed the bags from your hand. “Steve, it’s your birthday, I should be carrying all our bags.”

“Technically it’s not my birthday until next week. And my birthday doesn’t cancel out the fact that I have to be good to my girl.” You grinned as you walked down to where your rental car, a red Audi, was waiting. “Look at this,” Steve said admiring the car. “You going to let me drive?”

You laughed, “It’s not your birthday yet Stevie.” You slide into the driver’s seat and took off towards your beach house with Steve looking out the window and taking in the new scenery. You cruised down road and slowed down when you approached the sudden off the course path. After minutes of driving down the path you saw the brown and white house coming up quick. “This is it,” you said pulling up the main driveway and into the garage.

“This is great,” Steve got out and stretched, taking in the house that was right on the beach. You beat him to the punch and grabbed half the bags.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour,” you smiled and led him inside your Bermuda home. “This is the living room, the kitchen, and in here,” you pulled open the double doors that lead into the master. “This is our room.” Steve walked into the large white bedroom and looked around before walking to the doors that opened out to the beach. You sat the bags on the floor and walked up behind Steve, wrapping your arms around him. “Want to see the rest of the house?”

He turned around with a smile, “I can think of something else I like to do first,” he lifted you up and walked away from the windows and towards the four post bed.


You woke up to the crashing and the breeze of the waves coming through the open doors in your room. You sat up and clenched the white sheets against your chest and looked around for Steve. You got up, grabbed his discarded shirt, and threw it on before tip toeing out into the main area. “Steve? Stevie?” You walked around and shivered as another breeze hit your skin. You walked up the stairs and saw the upper deck doors open. “Hey, I was wondering where you were,” you went up to Steve and sat down, nuzzling into his side, watching the sunset.

“I didn’t want to wake you so I explored your house a little bit. Nice shirt by the way,” he chuckled.

“Thanks,” you laughed. “Did you get to see the whole place?”

“I did, it’s great. I love it here.”

“Let’s just stay here and never go back,” you pleaded.

“That sounds like a great plan,” he said and kissed your forehead. “How do you feel. Was everything…,” he blushed awkwardly, “ok?”

“I feel great and you were great. I’m glad we waited.”

“Me too.”

*One Week Later*

You carried the tray of breakfast into your room and started singing. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dead Steve. Happy birthday to you,” you sang him awake and he sat up with a smile, rubbing his eyes. “Happy birthday, Babe,” you kissed him and sat the tray on his lap.

“Breakfast in bed. I could get used to this special treatment,” he joked and dug in. “This is delicious.”

“Good, I’m glad. And when you’re done with that your birthday present is upstairs on the overlook.” So once Steve was done you stood up on your tip toes and covered his eyes as he crossed the upstairs hallway. “Ready.” He nodded and you uncovered his eyes.

“Wow. Y/N, this is great. This is too much,” he walked forwards and looked at the large spread of art supplies that sat overlooking the ocean. A large essile sat with one of the canvases on it. A stack of boxes with oil paints, acrylic paints, colored pencils, pencils, and another sketch book. “Thank you so much!”

“You are more than welcome. I figured you’d want to sketch out the ocean while we were here or mess around with your new paints.”

“You’re too good to me.” A smirk came across his face and he moved the essile towards one of the chairs. “Take a seat for me right over there,” he pointed.


“Because it’s my birthday. Go on.” You took a seat and got comfortable. “Ok, don’t move a muscle.” He sat down with his new sketchbook, grabbed a pencil, and looked between you and the book. After an hour Steve finally flipped the book closed. “I’ll have to color this and add it to my collection.”


“What do you think I draw all the time.”

“I don’t know, the America flag,” you blushed! “You mean you draw me?”

“You’re my muse. What else would I draw?”


You spent the rest of the day swimming in the ocean and lounging in the sand and when dinner time approached you demanded Steve to shower, get dressed, and relax in the room while you prepared his birthday dinner. “Why can’t I st in here while you make it?”

“Because it’s a surprise! Start coloring in that picture you drew today, that’ll give you something to do.”

“Ok, fine fine,” he gave up with smile and walked into the bathroom to get cleaned and ready. You closed the bedroom doors and got to work in the kitchen, grabbing the fresh fish you had gotten delivered today. You sautéed the veggies, cooked the rice, and pulled out the bottle of wine before you ran on the beach and got your table for the night done.

“Stevie,” you called and waited for him to come out of the room. “You look very handsome. Are you ready for dinner?”

“I’m starving,” you wrapped your arm through his and took a step out onto the deck and followed the lights to the table that sat by the ocean. “You did all this?” You nodded. “This looks delicious.”

You poured the wine and raised your glass. “Happy birthday, Steve.”

“I love you,” he tapped your glass with his and took a sip. After you two finished dinner Steve stood up and held a hand out to you. “Come on. Let’s take a walk.” You took his hand and got up, starting your walk down the beach.

The sun was halfway hidden on the horizon when Steve stopped suddenly and bent down. “What are you doing,” you laughed.

“I saw the coolest shell that I thought you’d love but I can’t see where it went.” He moved around looking for the shell. “Here it is.” He stay kneeled but face you and opened his hand out to you. Except it wasn’t a shell in his hand; it was a diamond ring. “Y/N, the last nearly 2 years have been the greatest of my life. Every day that I get to wake up beside you is automatically an amazing day and I can’t imagine spending a day without wake up next to you. Please, do me the honor and give me the greatest birthday gift, and become my wife.”

“Are you kidding,” you laughed. “This is your birthday, I’m suppose to surprise you!”

“Is that a yes,” he grinned nervously.

“Of course it’s a yes,” you yelled and jumped down into his arms. You backed up just enough to let him slide the 3 stone ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted it classic enough that it would remind of us of the old days,” he smiled. “And the band is vibranium so if you ever find yourself in a fight you can still left hook,” he joked.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and planted a large kiss on Steve, “I love it. And I love you.”

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Sunday Grace #26 - Seclusion

A return to color! Yes!! My B02 ran out of ink some months ago, and I FINALLY ordered a replacement a little over a week ago. So now we’re back to doing Grace in full color, and it feels gooood.

This picture is probably one of the best summaries of her character. Who she is on the outside is a toned down version of the inside. I draw her in some pretty uncharacteristic poses sometimes, but she’s really not very social.

Following Commands

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: Few swearwords, arguing and a little bit of angst

Request: Hello Sweetie 😊 I try and request also something. One with Steve where you constantly fight but secretly you have a crush on each other. One time Steve finds you sitting at the Roof of the Stark-Tower, crying. He immediately joins you and hugs you, holding you close while you tell him how useless you feel and that you disappoint all the People around you. He then tells you how much you mean to everyone, especially to him and you finally confess your feelings? :) Thx –Anonymous

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request doll, I absolutely love it! ♥

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

You ran your fingers above the hard disk drives; numbers, pictures and words running to your mind as a tornado of colors and shapes, filling it with the most protected secrets of Hydra. Anything they had ever created, anything they had ever planned or researched –everything now saved on your mind, locked in the safe boxes of your brain.

A strict call for your name caused you to flinch and the flood of information to crackle as you shook your head, trying to push the voice out of it.

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Fourth Of July - Dolph Ziggler

Originally posted by blackpipecleaner

Hope you have a safe Fourth Of July! Have fun! 

I smiled as Y|D|N ran past Dolph and I into the backyard. This was our third Fourth Of July as a family and I loved every second of it. 
“She’s excited for the fireworks tonight.” Dolph said, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek.
“She’s going to sleep good tonight.” I answered, turning to Dolph. “That’s good.” Dolph smirked, kissing my lips.

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Picture Perfect Christmas (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Clint.

Prompt: “cards”

Summary: Reader and Bucky want to make new traditions for their first Christmas together with unexpected results. 

Warnings: Fluff mostly, implied smut? Maybe? I dunno. :D

Word Count: 1654

A/N: This was written for @themercurialmadhatter (previously murialweathers I hope? That’s the name I received originally) or do you prefer @buckysplumfondler ? I’ll just tag both. :) I’m your Secret Santa!! I know you requested Bucky fluff/smut but I’m not a smut writer. This does have a little bit of heat in it, though! I really hope you like this. 

Thanks for setting this up @marvel-ash and @oneshot-shit. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

Tags are at the bottom.


Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“Let’s see,” you recalled, counting on your fingers as you spoke, “Tree lighting ceremony? Check. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center? Check. Window shopping at Macy’s? Check. Walk through Central Park as the snow falls? Now we can check that one off!”

“Yeah, but was it worth it, doll?” asked your favorite Super Soldier, settling down next to you on the couch in the common room.

You sniffled, snuggled up in a blanket as your attentive boyfriend handed you a mug of hot chocolate to warm you. The park, while beautiful and romantic as you strolled arm in arm with Bucky, it had also been absurdly freezing and now you could not get warm enough.

“Yes, it was!!” you assured him, curling into his side to steal his heat as well.

He let you pick the movie and slowly your body temperature rose to normal, empty mug of cocoa resting on the coffee table. Halfway through the movie, Clint came waltzing in to the room with something in his hands.

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Rating: G

Ship: Poppy/Branch (Broppy, Boppy) 

Fic Summary: When Branch’s new bunker below the Troll Tree floods, Poppy finds a way to help him cope with his past (And learns a few things about her own history while she’s at it.)


Poppy loved the rain.

Well, Poppy loved almost everything–but rain was one of her favorites. So when she had awoken to the pitter-patter of water hitting her roof, she was thrilled. She spent most of the day cozy in her house, watching the drops hit the leaves of the trees around her while she worked on one of the many scrapbooks she had lying around. Her friends managed to drag her out for about an hour to enjoy an impromptu ‘singing-in-the-rain’ party, but she was quick to retreat home as soon as the cold started to seep in.

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Check, Receipt

(I saw a text post that gave me a bad idea for a fic. Link at the bottom because boy does it spoil the ending)

The man screaming at Arataka Reigen was not a psychic, but he was almost as dangerous as one.

He was Reigen’s least favorite sort of client: the sort who knew the field.  All Reigen’s smooth talking and confident reassurance got him nowhere against a man who knew the topic inside and out. The meeting started with talking, then arguing, then yelling as Reigen backtracked over his words again and again.

Mob sat at his own desk and watched. He wasn’t particularly fazed by the yelling, and he only half-listened to what was actually being said. He focused instead on the small orange revenant circling the man’s neck. It reminded Mob of a fly or a mosquito—buzzing, hovering, waiting for the opportune moment to land and eat. It probably wouldn’t; the man reeked of incense, peppermint, and oil. It was a smart, well-researched combination of spirit-warding scents, but not enough to banish it.

“Look—shut up—calm down, I—no, shut up! Shut up for a second!” Reigen slammed his hands to his desk and stood. He succeeded temporarily in quieting his client, who’d gone off on a long rant of all the reasons Reigen’s recommendation of Himalayan salt was absolutely stupid. Instead Reigen turned to his shelf and grabbed a stack of blank tags, ink, and a calligraphy brush. “I’ve got some sigils we can try out, okay?!”

The man snorted. “Oh sigils? Hadn’t thought of that!” He reached into his coat pocket and slammed down a leather-bound journal. He flipped it open and thumbed through the pages, each of them tattooed with dozens of sigils. Hundreds of pages spilled past, like a shuffling deck of cards, each one filled. “All of these I’ve tried! 5,492 sigils! Nothing gets this damned thing off my neck!”

Reigen’s face remained impassive, though his forehead was soaked with sweat. He sat down again, ink and tags and brush now sitting uselessly on the desk. He stared silently for a moment. “Okay, so not sigils. I can try some incantations.“

“1,042 incantations, 47 different languages, nothing worked. You got an incantation I haven’t heard? I’d love to hear it!”

Reigen nodded, eyes wide, face shinier with each passing second. He nodded again and folded his hands. “Sometimes um…well, I have some incense in the back room. We can—“

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Originally posted by sheisraging

Chris Evans x Teacher! Reader

Imagine: you are a teacher and Chris is your boyfriend He shows up at your school unexpectedly

A/n: this is such a cute request!

Genre: romance, Humor

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Fluff

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You were a teacher at Chasey elementary school for a kindergarten class. You absolutely adored kids and always had so much fun teaching them. You giggled as one of the youngest, Gracey Trent, showed you a picture of her dog.

“Look, Ms. (y/l/n)! I made a doggy for you!”

“Aww! It’s absolutely beautiful! Thank you so much, Grace.”

She giggled and ran off to color more. A knock on your classroom door came about and you got up from your position on the floor, stretching and cracking your sore muscles. You smiled when your saw your boyfriend’s face making a funny expression at you through the window. Chris had his tongue stuck out to the side and his eyes crossed. You giggled and opened the door, whispering.

“You are going to terrorize the kids.”

Chris chuckled and let his face go back to normal. He shrugged and said.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You chuckled at the memory of Chris terrorizing his friend Jeremy’s kid. You added, making Chris pout.

“I still think Jeremy refuses to forgive you because of this. What are you doing here, exactly?”

Chris shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking over your shoulder.

“What, am I not allowed to visit you?”

“I’m at work!”


You face palmed and felt a tug on your skirt. You looked down to see one of your students. He had a drawing of stick figures, one really tall and one small. Your student explained.

“I made you a picture, Ms. (y/l/n).”

You knelt and smiled wide, hugging him and looking at the picture.

“Aw, is this supposed to be me and you?”

They nodded and you smiled more.

“I love it. I’m gonna hang this up right beside my desk.”

The student smiled and you stood up, watching him run to the coloring group in the corner of the room. Chris smiled and complimented.

“You are really good with kids, you know that right?”

You giggled and shrugged.

“Guess it comes naturally. “

Chris chuckled and asked.

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t know, Chris. I might get in trouble for you being here.”

“Don’t worry, got it covered. Told the front office I was gonna be a guest speaker.”

You gawked at Chris.

“Chris! You lied to the office just to see me?”

Chris gave a nod, his goofy smile still on his face and you facpalmed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Ph my god, I’m gonna lose my job. Get your ass in here, you clever little meatball.”

He laughed and walked in; giving you a sly grin and you rolled your eyes.


Dean’s baby sister.

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader
Word count : 979
Author : Mel
Request : Anonymous- I don’t know if this is a funny idea but I feel like a body swap fic is always good?

Body swap curses. Man did you hate body swap curses. Especially when you woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. “Shit..” You mumbled. “Why am I in Dean’s room?” You looked around. “Dean!?” You started to sit up, but your head was pounding. “What the hell.” Swinging your legs out of bed, everything felt wrong. Looking down, you were in just black boxer briefs. You slowly pulled out the waist band and looked in. “No..” Getting up, you looked in the mirror. “Aw crap.”

Waking up, Dean groaned, and stretched. He opened his eyes and winced. “Why does it look like a fucking my little pony exploded in here…”  He ground the sleep out of his eyes and looked around. Bright colors, fluffy pillows, pictures, but also guns and knives?

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Apologies & Warm Milk 🍼

“Love? Can you do daddy a big big favor?” Louis says crouching down next to his baby boy who was sat on the ground surrounded by blocks, crayons, and stuffies.

Harry looked up into Louis eyes and nodded rapidly with his thumb in his mouth.

“I knew you would say yes, my good little boy.” Louis said smiling and patting Harry on the head.

Harry giggled sweetly. He loved being daddys good boy and making him happy.

“I need you to clean up a little for me, Niall is coming over.” Louis said cautiously. He knew that Harry would be upset and his predication was confirmed when a pout was tugging on Harrys soft pink lips.

“Just for a little while baby. You don’t have to put your toys away, they just can’t be in the living room right now.” He continued rubbing up and down Harrys back.

Harry was still not very happy about the idea of having to move all of his toys into a different room. This was his play time.

“Would you like for Daddy to help you move them into the room?” Louis suggested.

He still wouldn’t budge.

“What if Daddy helped you and then we went into the kitchen and made you a special snack?”

Harrys eyes widened and his frown began to fade.

“Something pink and sweet and ice creamy?” Louis said smiling.

“Yes! Yes! Please Daddy!” Harry squealed bouncing excitedly.

After cleaning up the living room, Harry was ready to have his sweet treat. Louis led him to the kitchen and sat him around the kitchen table. Louis made his way over the fridge and pulled out the carton of strawberry ice cream. Harry was bouncing up and down in his chair. Harry wasn’t allowed to have sweets very so he was always very excited when he did.

“One scoop for being Daddys very good boy, two scoops for being Daddys sweet little boy, and a third scoop for good measure.” Louis said knowing that his boy was smiling from ear to ear.

“Can I please please please have vanilla sprinkles ?” Harry pleaded.

“Of course!” Louis responded reaching into to pantry getting the sprinkles and shaking them onto the ice cream. “Anything for my baby.”

As soon as Louis brought the bowl over to Harry, he began to dig in. Louis sat and watched him until there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open!” Louis yelled and I’m came Niall.

Louis got up to greet him with a hug and pat on the back.

“Hey Harry.” Niall called but of course Harry didn’t look up from his bowl.

“Harry.” Louis said getting his attention.

“Hi.” Harry responded with his spoon in his mouth. “Daddy, I’m finished.”

“You can go ahead and put the game on Nialler, I’ll just be a minute.” Louis told his blonde lad.

“How was it?” Louis asked taking up the plate and wiping the corner of Harrys mouth and his chin.

“It was deliciooouis.” He replied smiling sweetly and kicking his feet in front of him.

“I can tell,” Louis chuckles. “Licked this bowl clean like a good boy.”

“Mhm” Harry said said standing up and adjusting his sweater. He didn’t want Niall seeing his bum.

“You can go ahead to the bedroom baby, I’ll meet you in there.” Louis said over his shoulder washing the dishes.

Harry made his way to the bedroom, tiptoeing past Niall and all the way down the hall. He sat on the ground and began to look through his jumbo coloring book for a page to color. He settled on the the picture of the kitten and a mouse playing with a ball of yarn when Louis walked in.

“Is everything okay in here love?” Louis asked standing at the door looking down at his boy.

Harry nodded.

“Alright, if you need anything don’t be afraid to come get daddy okay?”

“Okay.” Harry said starting to color.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy.”

After coloring three pictures, watching 2 episodes of Teletubbies, and drinking all of his apple juice Harry was bored. He was also getting kind of sleepy and he missed his Daddy. He put his head out the door and looked down the hall to see Louis sitting on the couch, he really wanted to go out there but he didn’t think he had a good enough reason. Louis noticed him looking down the and gestured for him to come out.

Harry ran down the hall and jumped into Louis’ lap giggling.

“Hey bubba, how’s Daddy’s boy?”

Harry shrugged. He didn’t like to talk much when he was little and people were over, even if it was someone like Niall that he had known for so many years.

“Aw someone’s being shy.” Louis teased tickling Harrys waist.

“Daddy…” Harry whined, hiding his face in Louis neck.

“Niall, give me a sec, I think someone needs a nap.” Louis said about to lift Harry out of his lap.

“No….” Harry objected.

“Then what is it bub? You have to tell me so I can make it all better.”

“I missed you.”

“Aw, baby.” Louis placed a kiss on Harrys shoulder. “You can sit out here with us if you’d like?”

Harry nodded.

Louis lifted Harry off of his lap and placed him on the coach next to him. Harry frowned.

“Sorry love but daddy won’t be able to see the t.v. properly.” Louis responded rubbing Harrys calf.

Minutes passes by and Harry was very upset. Daddy wasn’t giving him any attention. He was too busy watching the game and talking to Niall. He didn’t even notice when Harry would shift on the couch and the t.v. was too loud for him to hear when he whimpered.

Harry nudged Louis with his lavender painted toes. Louis only glanced at him and gave him a smile. Harry wanted contact. He wanted to be pet and held. It was making him very grumpy.

He got up and walked back to the bedroom. He didn’t even bother covering his bum.

After the match had ended and Niall had left Louis made his way to the kitchen and filled a bottle up with warm milk to bring to Harry.

He slowly opened the door just in case Harry was asleep, which he was. He set the milk down on the bedside table and brushed the hair from Harrys eyes making his eyes flutter open.

“Hello sleepyhead.” Louis whispered lovingly.

“Hi Daddy.” He responded dismally.

“I brought you some milk.” Louis said handing Harry the bottle.

“I don’t want it.” Harry responded crossing his arms.

“What’s been going on with you tonight?” Louis asked concerned, placing his hand on Harrys thigh.

“You ignored me.” Harry whispered.

“No I didn’t.” Louis disagreed.

“Well, I felt ignored.” Louis could tell Harry wasn’t very little anymore.

“H, just because my attention isn’t on you completely dosnt mean that I was ignoring you or that I love you any less.” He explained moving closer to Harry before continuing. “I love you more than my words could explain. My good little boy, my wonderful boyfriend. I’m sorry that it seemed that way but I promise that wasn’t my intentions at all love.”

Harrys face softened and he uncrossed his arms.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Louis repeated, placing his hand on Harrys cheek.

Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Louis’ lips, on his chin, and his nose before wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck.

“I know, I know. I love you too. I’m sorry.” Harry said into his ear.

“Its okay.” Louis said wrapping his arms Harry and pulling him into his lap.

“If anything like this happens again, tell me okay?”

“Okay Daddy.” Harry smiled into Louis neck. “Can I have some milk please?”

Louis heart felt warm. His baby boy was back.

“Do you want Daddy to feed it to you or do you want to be a big boy?”

“Feed me please.”

And just like that they were back into their regular routine. After Harry had had his milk, Louis dressed him in his Pjs and tucked him in with lots of cuddles, stuffies, and warm blankets. Harry went to sleep feeling loved and cared for. He knew that his daddy loved him but sometimes his jealousy gets the best of him, but at the end of the day, Daddy always knew how to make him feel good.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. I never know if something is good enough to post, let alone finish. Let me know what you think. Follow me on Twitter if you don’t already @/strwbrrypinkhes


panoramic violence, august 2016

Just in case you’d worried I ran out of storm pano’s here are three of my favourites since I started doing the more complex panoramas. last year when i started shooting storms I could only dream of making these pictures. first of seeing these beautiful monsters, second of showing their power and beauty. a lot of dreams.