did i use too much orange

How I see kpop groups new version

Exo: shimmie shimmie kokobop; high af mv; every other song on the album is a bop; i have no idea how this album/mv has a connection to the war; awful hairstyles; too many vibrant colors; what’s going on with lay; still not enough sehun lines

Bts: not today happened; love yourself is happening; seriously who can keep up with all those insane theories; every western artist want to collaborate with them; gyeonwo chong jojun balsa; still waiting for them jin lines and screentime; let jhope hold another v live without asking for other members

Ikon: alright since my earlier post ikon and winner totally switched positions; ikon where? somewhere in the basement; give them proper promotion; no more badass hiphop comebacks pls; i miss the team b era; i feel like all their predebut tracks were better; b-day is alright; btw what the hell are these new stage names; EVERYONE I LOVE IKON DON’T HATE ME

Got7: all their songs feel like a mess musically; give them songs that showcase their talents; something like the latest jj project release; bitch we had to wait 5 years for that jjp masterpiece; i honestly like trilogies but not got7’s; why y’all think jackson’s gonna leave got7; hard carry by monsta x is still hilarious

Winner: so yg rememberd they exist; i absolutely love their newer side (really really, island); thank you for not having a summer ballad; have you people realized what a gem jinwoo’s voice is; happy for namtae for his new band; sorry for namtae for struggling with mental illness; leave the boy alone don’t hate him for no reason; dude is really really an artist

Day6: thank you for spoiling us with good music every month; although i prefer their debut era, i think this is their true sound; but songs sound a bit same; still underappreciated; miss their buskings; thought jae is gonna take a longer twitter hiatus but gladly no; miss his hashtags; stop bullying wonpil 2k17; still no lines for dowoon

Astro: baby was not my style; but eunwoo is still a living god; stop growing sanha 2k17; still waiting for a more mature concept; mature, not sexy, no need to reveal anything; although they did it already

Seventeen: maaan their al1 album once again is a masterpiece; so mature; love the hiphop units new sound; the choreo dang; did you pay attention to joshua’s part? that dance is wow; minimal rap i like it; wainting for european dates within their world tour; hoshi rocked the orange hair; and woozi the red; too much hair damage

Vixx: they are one of my bias groups but not gonna lie, i hate shangri la; although a unique concept; use airconditioners or fans or whatever when they’re performing, no more fainting pls; but the lr comeback is here; such a 180 turn from beautiful liar; aesthetic mv; listen to beautiful night(?) it’s amazing; lr is amazing

Shinee: nothing new for them; thought they were one of the few groups without scandals; guess what i was wrong; take care onew; they need a comeback asap

Infinite: nothing since last october; hoya pls sign that contract ir i’m gonna flip tables; infinite with a unique sound and choreography; the choreo needs hoya; don’t want them to enter military, no, not yet; pls have an ot7 comeback

Monsta x: beautiful happened, shine forever happened BUT WHERE IN DAFUQ IS THEIR FIRST WIN????; a lipton commercial summer bop happened; tho i have no idea what does the title have to do with the song; from zero happened, i NEED a studio version; hyungwonho happened; monsta x in hungary didn’t happen; monsta x ray is happening, throw an oscar at them for that drama; i need more hyungwon and siwoo; starship why releasing that dating statement when noone knew anything; let them rest; hyungwon is officially a viral meme; mosta x still happens, hyungKwon also happens

Bigbang: gd’s solo is perfect; another scandal and shit; military service; that’s it

B.A.P: the cover of their latest japanese album is gorgeous; what are those awful hairstyles once again; i was too scared to check out yongguk’s solo; b.a.p in hungary happened; i wasn’t there; i love daehyun’s voice; hope zelo is not growing anymore

Block B: i’m not sure what’s up with them; but block b in hungary happened; without po; and i wasn’t there; miss their older stuff; i want more bastarz; still perverts; still business partners

NCT: not sure where nct 127 is going; cherry bomb was awful, a real mess; if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands is still stuck in my head; wardrobe and hairstyle were better this time; i love nct dream; the chorus from we young is so familiar; sounds like the theme song in the pc game insaniquarium; miss jaemin; where’s nct u; and hansol; give love to doyoung; let mark rest for god’s sake

Pentagon: critical beauty was so weird yet visually satisfying; but this album was my least favourite from them;  that wooseok and e’dawn pairing tho; missed yanan; why is there that right before promotions a member is getting injured; triple h happend for good; e'dawn is hot with a lot of tattos; never and energetic are bops; thank you hui

Btob: still so weird; everyone going solo; ballads are in the past bops are back; movie was not my style

Highlight: yaaay they have a new name; i legit thought it’d be bea5t; rookies yet swiping up them music show trophies; sometimes people still call them beast; i was hoping the fandom name was gonna be highlighters

Super Junior: i was anticipating their autumn comeback; but no sungmin; thank you k-„fans”; i’m so happy d&e are back from the military; please love the china line

Nu’est: my babies they are finally getting the spotlight they deserved since their debut; thought pd101 was not gonna do justice for them but hell it did; best choice ever; minhyun finally got a first win; soon is gonna nu’est w; love the meaning behind w; still fucking salty the nation’s producers forgot about jonghyun in the last minute

Ftisland: the more i know them the more i don’t wanna know them; love their freedom in everything-wise; the biggest perverts omg; why were y’all sleeping on wind when it was so important for them and it’s beautiful; sometimes i feel like they want to prove that they are relevant; and they are; 4757857+ years more together pls; WHY DID I SAY PUPPY WAS BAD IT’S A FUCKIN’ BOMB; ftisland in hungary is happening AND I’M FUCKING GONNA BE THERE; jaejin i’m coming

Cnblue: i want to like their korean music but I don’t; last time i forgot they’re giants; yonghwa solo

SF9: 2 comebacks within 2(?) months; bururengnya; the jungle game choreo is jawdropping but it’s not fit for a choreo; easy love was wow; kinda sounds like old kpop; too many taeyang lines; where are jaeyoon’s

KNK: sun moon star was meh; rain is also not my favourite but the mv is wonderful; how to be that extra as they are

2pm: i’m not sure what’s happening with them rn

U-kiss: i’m not sure also; kevin left the group

B1A4: sorry but still not sure

Teen top: god dammit love is was pure perfection; it totally gave me old kpop vibes; the dance was on point as expected; like the footwork once again; welcome back teen top

Wanna one: ongniel, winkdeep; jinhwi; jaehwan x minhyun etc, so many ships; wanna one go is hilarious; sungwoons grandfather is amazing; teach jaehwan how to clean; that psychotic laugh tho; i’m still burn it up team; weekly idol with them is… a mess; breaking tv show rating records; god how many music show wins they have already; there is so much more but it’s not a how I see wanna one post

Boyfriend: they just had a korean release; was it a comeback or what; i do love monsta with all my heart but boyfriend still exists if anyone needs a reminder; their evolution throughout the years is insane; they own a special place in my heart cuz they were the group who made me fall in love with kpop; so thank you boyfriend, thank you i yah, thank you hungary, thank you music channel

N.flying: i don’t know much about them, but the real is a great song; go check it out now; the mv is hilarious; i don’t recall whether i ever laughed at a music video; that plot twist omg; jang moonbok as a mermaid; clap clap; if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands

So I just decided to make another ‘How I see kpop groups’ with the same groups, but it’s an updated version. I mean no harm with any of my statements and I think this time I was pretty positive (with a little sarcasm). Last time a I got a few hate comments about my Ikon statements so yeah. I love them. And this time I wasn’t shameless with group promo. I have a link to every song I mentioned so if you don’t know what/who I’m talking about then click the links. Hope it’s as fun as last time. And sorry if I was biased with some groups. Enjoy! :3




He was a solider, and you needed saving. 

After you discovered your husband wasn’t the man he claimed to be, you were put under an unauthorised witness protection programme. The charismatic Sergeant Jeon had you stay at his home so he could make sure you had round the clock safety, but it wasn’t long before the sexual tension started to build.

warnings: strong language, abusive marriage, mental abuse, alcoholism, deceased parents, hard breakup, graphic smut, slight dom!jungkook & sub!reader, oral sex, rough sex 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

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His ||Jungkook|| 0.2

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2

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Just another beautiful highway to hell

my love,
last time we kissed
it left a taste so bitter—
like grapefruit mixed with lime—
a Hemingway Daiquiri turned instantly vile
on your red-hot lips.
I remember thinking, my god
what a raw and eerily fitting way
To end
what’s left of us.
We were intoxicated on one another
from that initial touch
When orange lilies spilled from your fingertips,
And spun softly
down my back.
The fiery petals glimmered from desire
And danced flawlessly on lust
I must admit
I was a nightmare of lasciviousness
from the moment
Your eyes looked into mine
It all spins together now; a blur
of boundless and
Burning bliss
but darling, you knew as well as I did
it was suffocating
us both.
We were just a hopeless case
I could see it from a mile away
we loved too hard, too fast,
and it was
All too much
After we shared our last kiss 
your eyes spoke of striped carnations and regret
but we both knew the pretty promises
were empty, and so I left.
And honey,
it took nearly everything inside of me
To not look back.

anonymous asked:

I love your comic Yellow Hearts, and how every page looks like it could be its own poster! How do you choose your colors to make sure everything harmonizes? Do you pick a color palette or make things up as you go?

First of all, thank you!! I love color, so this is one of my favorite things to talk about :D

I do have a color palette, but for this comic it’s a bit looser than I usually go! I’ve actually refined the palette a lot in the last couple of months, so this will be specifically about how I’m choosing color nowadays rather than for earlier pages, but the general idea still holds:

Basically I put together an image board of photos, drawings, and color schemes that feel ‘right’ for the story, and then refer back to it whenever I’m not sure what direction to go with the color.

Sometimes it’s nice to use the color picker, just to check myself, but often it’s more the idea that I’m going for than the specific hex code–for Yellow Hearts, I like bright yellows and oranges and golds, + teal blues, + grayish blues, and then a fair amount of light pink and magenta thrown in for lighting and characters. I’ve recently thrown out the use of bright greens, dark purples, and yellowish-browns. They just don’t fit!

For me, picking a palette also means choosing how much I use any given color, too. So for the yellows and oranges and golds, I try to keep it to a splash of color, like an accent, rather than trying to paint the whole scene in an orange hue. (This is something I did do with earlier pages, and have decided to step away from because it too easily swerved into muddy lighting.)

I’ve recently been experimenting with painting characters/figures in complimentary colors to their surroundings, and I’m pretty happy with how that’s working out. Contrast is always good, especially with detailed bgs like I use–I want the figures to stand out, but I still want to put all kinds of world-building and interest in their surroundings.

The last thing I’ll note is that actual color (the specific hex code I’m using) doesn’t necessarily match the perceived color–for example, I can make a number of objects look golden in comparison with their surroundings, when the actual hex code is more of a grayish, pinkish color. It’s the same principle as blue dress vs gold dress–it’s about how our brains decide what color something is based on the colors around it: 

Originally posted by lunaticyuno

Anyway, all this is just to say that choosing a color palette has a lot more to do with atmosphere than limiting the kinds of things you’re ‘allowed’ to draw. I threw out bright green (the hex code) but that doesn’t mean that I can’t draw green trees, it just means that I’m using tricks of the eye to imply that they’re green rather than choosing a truly lime green color, so that the overall impression may be a grayish blue scene, even while individual objects still have a perceived color (green). This is sort of complicated stuff to explain, and I’m not sure I even fully understand the science behind it, but you can also see it in action whenever the sun goes down or we turn a light on and off.

(I hope that doesn’t sound too patronizing–it’s so fun to figure this stuff out, and even when I know this is how it works, the reality is that I still sometimes go straight for that green hex code when I want to draw a green tree. It takes practice to train your brain to see color in a different way!)

Hope that helps! If you like this kind of stuff, definitely check out my Patreon! I talk about these kinds of things all the time, with better examples and such, and I’m happy to answer specific questions from patrons, even if I don’t usually have time to do involved responses on Tumblr. 

Anti-Social (Rogers/Evans x reader)

I just like the universe where Steve and Chris exist together

You hadn’t been much for social media until you started working with the Avengers as their publicity manager, finding that it was a necessity to be able to do your job as well as to monitor what talk about the team had been happening in the world around them.   Steve had taken to it fairly quickly once Sam pushed him into getting a few accounts, none the more troublesome for you than his Twitter account.  Freedom of speech is one thing; but when Steve got on a hot topic that he was passionate about, it wasn’t uncommon for you to have to step in and shut him down.  

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The OG Spicy Pumpkin Cookie Recipe

Here we go.


3 cups flour

2 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

2 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp allspice

½ tsp nutmeg

½ tsp paprika

½ tsp chili powder

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

¾ cup pureed pumpkin

1 ½ cups white sugar

2 ½ tbsp brown sugar

1 ½ tsp vanilla

Yellow food dye

Green food dye

Sorry, that seems like a lot. Just saying that the cinnamon, allspice, and nutmeg can be replaced with 3 ½ tsp pumpkin pie spice, or you can just get a pumpkin pie filling and omit those three spices as well.


In a large bowl, mix or whisk together the flour, baking soda, and spices.

In a medium bowl, cream together the butter and white sugar, then add all of the other ingredients except the food dye.

Pour the wet mixture into the flour mixture. Combine completely.

Take about 1/10 of the dough and put it into a small bowl.

Add green food dye to the small bowl and mix until the small amount of dough is a deep green.

Add yellow food dye to the large amount of dough and mix until it’s a deep yellow.

In this picture, I decided to make orange food dye and use that. No matter how much I added, the dough was always too dark. Yours should look much better. If it ends up being way too yellow, add one drop of red food dye.

Take a handful of the yellow dough and roll it out. Take a butter knife and cut it so the top is flat.

Take some of the green dough and cut it so the bottom is flat. Put them together. Then use a pumpkin cookie cutter in the only way that makes sense.

Obviously, if you have a bigger space to work with, you can be much more productive than I was. I kept peeling away the extra dough, and was only able to shape two cookies at a time at the most.

Anyway, put the cookies on a greased or parchment paper-ed baking sheet.

Now is the time to preheat the oven to 350 degrees. We’re doing this late because after you shape the faces, you’ll be putting the baking sheets in the freezer.

Oh yeah. Make sure your baking sheets can fit in the freezer.

Use a toothpick or something to shape the faces. I used a mechanical pencil, I believe.

Another important part is to use your finger to smooth them out. The dough will not itself in the oven.

Stick them in the freezer for like ten minutes. I don’t know. Use your judgment. Take charge.

Put them in the preheated oven for 12-15 minutes, until the bottoms of the cookies are darkened.

These are delicious. The in-game avatar always looked crunchy to me, as well as dry like a shortbread, which is almost impossible when you put a lot of pumpkin in something. They ended up being too dry, which I’ve treated with putting more brown sugar in the recipe. Also, I remedied the darkness of the cookies with the use of yellow food dye instead of orange. I have no doubt that both of these will improve upon these already great cookies.

OK. I did it.

Happy Halloween. Join me tonight for Bowl of Curry Pumpkin Soup. I have so much pumpkin.


ZOSAN Egyptian AU: “For A heart” Collab

Character Sheet: Post!Sanji (2 years into relationship with Zoro)

Hey there, Mossy here! Doing a little solo since @cyriusli is out of commission for a bit thanks to surgery and life! As promised, here’s the art I previewed in the vlog!

If you like our work, please consider checking out my art blog where it links to my patreon, and @cyriusli‘s page as well where it links to her ko-fi! It’ll really help us out with bringing you more ZoSan!

Ahah, I’ve been waiting forever to put this up! I sketched it about a month ago now, wow! Time sure flies! But I finally get to show you Post-Timeskip Kitty-Pharaoh Sanji! (We’ve got him in armor later down the line, but for now, let’s enjoy some Sanji butt shall we?) 

More on his design below the cut!

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Domestic // Part 2

Part 2: Early Parenthood

A/N: This is mad late but it’s finally here! You and Tom become new parents and things are (mostly) going strong.

(also, I’ve written this family as a mixed family, which is mostly personal to me, but for any of you poc Tom Holland fans, I hope this resonates with you too. You’re wonderful and beautiful, and you deserve to have a family with Tom just as much as anyone else.)

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It smells of pancakes when you blink your eyes awake, which is something you’re still not used to. Cooking was an affair you did in your house—as the saying goes if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

It was surprising, then, to hear laughter coming from downstairs and the pungent smell of oranges so early in the morning. You, ever the skeptic, tossed on a robe and attempted to fix your bedhead as you made the treacherous trek down a flight of stairs with blurry morning vision.

The giggles you were hearing were small and high pitched, and it struck you for a moment how joyful they sounded. Rubbing at your eyes, you were finally able to take in the sight that you greeted so often, but could never seem to process.

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darkotakucatgirl  asked:

I really love your work and style ~ especially the comic you have going on with Peter and Yondu. I just have a small question to ask; how do you choose your colour pallet? (I have a hard time and I find what I do, looks like a pop art piece)

Thanks so much, @darkotakucatgirl

I’m not that great w/ color still (it’s something that I’ve been struggling with and working on for years now haha…slowly but surely getting better at it, but it’s definitely not something I can intuit like others can). It’d be good to know some basic color theory of course. Understanding the color wheel and the concepts of monochromatic, analogous, complementary, triadic and split complementary colors is a good idea. Also understanding warm colors versus cold colors, and what these can say in a scene (bluer/cooler colors can be sad or calm, red can be angry or exciting, etc etc).

Apart from that, my usual process is to actually pick out the pallette before I even start coloring any scene in the comic. I usually pick out three or so colors (usually limit it to 2 or 3 main ones so as not to muddy it too much) based one 1) the local color of the scene and 2) the general atmosphere/feel I want to present. Some other things to keep in mind when you’re picking colors is what colors the characters (if any) or focal point of the piece consist of too. If you want them to pop out in the composition, you can use an opposing color for the backgrounds. If you want them and the background to be more unified you can have the pallette be more similar. 

So the Yondu comic for instance…

I had my 3 colors, which I chose for the rusty feeling of the inside of the ravager ship and color scheme + some pop color (which is Yondu’s skin actually lol), and I spent a moment blending them all together and coming up with a pallet of different colors I can use for the background painting. It’s pretty neat because you can come up with a pretty wide breadth of colors by just mixing 3 together, and they’re all generally unified. 

And since I’m a cheat, if I needed to get any darker with areas, or lighter, I picked one color from this pallette for shadow and another one for light, and I would brush the shadow color on a multiply layer onto the areas needing dark in it, and do the same w/ the light color for light areas, but this time with an overlay layer.  

I also did this with my comic Desendi. I have this pallet open while I work to pick and blend from, though it’s a lot less intelligible than the above haha

w/ the color scheme mostly being these adjacent colors of green/yellow/cyan, plus some Orange here and there for pop and warmth. Odessa and the other characters in this scene tend to wear more saturated and warm colors compared to the BG to so they don’t sink in too much through the course of the scene (if I did my job right). 

Long story short - Good idea to limit your colors based on both the local colors of the environment and what feeling you want to put across, build a pallette out of those colors with mixing so that it stays generally unified, use saturation and pop colors generally sparingly. 

So yeah, relatively basic stuff, but I hope it helped a little? If there are any more questions I’d be happy to see if I can say anything! Like I said, I’m really still learning too, and trying to figure out how to make these things work. Color is hard!!  

Glass - Spencer Reid

Your name: submit What is this?

I picked up the black phone, sitting on the other end of a glass panel as a familiar figure sat on the other end.

I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to sitting here to talk to a friend, much less him. I wasn’t used to being here on one end with him while he was on the other. I wasn’t used to wearing these clothes in this place while he wore an orange jumpsuit.

“Y/N,” he stated, his voice soft but husky. His eyes looked sunken and the dark circles under them told me he hadn’t be sleeping. I couldn’t blame him—I wasn’t either.

“Spence,” I whispered. A silence crept up on us both. I’m sure he had planned something to say—I did too. Like him, however, I had seemed to forgotten it.

“Tell me you’ll be okay,” I finally stated. My voice was much weaker than I was used to. Too quiet, too broken. “Promise that you’ll be alright, and I will believe you, Spencer, because I trust you.” His eyes looked down, and I knew what I was asking him to do was a lot, but I needed to hear it from him and not the team.

“I can’t do that,” he replied softly, looking up at me. His eyes begged me not to continue with this topic, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Then lie,” I pleaded. “Lie to me and say it anyways because I can’t do this, Spence. I’m going crazy,” I chuckled bitterly at my terminology. I hated the word, “crazy,” but there was no other way to describe what I was feeling.

Spencer sighed. “You don’t want me to lie, Y/N. You hate lies.” That was true; I had the biggest trust issues anybody could have.

It was my turn to shrug. “Do it anyways,” I choked out. “Because I’ll believe it if it’s you.”


“Lie to me, Spence,” I begged. “Lie to me because everyone’s upset and I’m devastated and… and numb… and the team needs the boy genius back to ramble about useless and trivial facts and we need… we need you, Spence. Lie to me so I could go out there and lie to them. Lie to me so I could lie to myself. Just please lie. I can’t… I can’t do this without you, Spencer Reid.” Spencer’s hazel eyes met mine, and he sighed again, running his hands through my hair. “Lie because when you say it I know you’ll fight a thousand times harder so that you could tell me you didn’t lie.”

“I am fighting,” he told me.

“I know you are, Eleven,” I whispered, my lips tugging upward at his nickname. Spencer chuckled at it, too, no doubt remembering the origin of the nickname, which came from the pick up line I told him in the bar when Garcia and the girls pressured me into asking him out. “Do it anyways. If you say it, if you do this, then I know that when you’re at your lowest, you’ll keep fighting for me.”

“It’s hard,” he choked out, looking down.

“Is anything ever easy?” I challenged.

“Falling for you was,” he replied, looking up at me. A smirk danced on his lips and I rolled my eyes, groaning.

“That was almost as bad,” I told him. “Almost. Not quite.”

“Oh come on!” He laughed. Music to my ears. “That was terrible!”

“Oh please. Your smile weighing 22.989 grams per mol was terrible. Falling for you was easy, not even close,” I chuckled. Spencer rolled his eyes and I laughed at him. “Another thing about that, though, is that it also implies that if you’re in water you could say you’re so hot you’re explosive.” Spencer laughed.

I sighed, remembering what the purpose of this conversation was. “Say it, Spence. Say you’ll be okay. I’m a basket case without you.”

“You’re not a basket case,” he argued, but I rolled my eyes.

“Stop distracting and say it,” I insisted. Spencer sighed.

“I’ll be okay,” he assured me. “I promise you, Y/N—I’ll be alright.”

I smiled at him as a tear fell to my cheek. I wiped it away when I saw Spencer’s eyes look away from mine, no doubt to look at the single tear that escaped from my eye. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Spencer offered me a tight-lipped smile. “Always,” he shrugged.

“Don’t break that, okay? I’ll never be able to trust again,” I chuckled.

“No pressure,” he joked.

“Absolutely pressure,” I laughed. “That’s why I had you do it.”

“You’re so manipulative sometimes,” he laughed. I winked at him.

“Watch, Spence. Next person I manipulate’ll be Peter Lewis and he’ll be dancing into the prison, singing confessions like a canary,” I promised. Spencer smiled at me, his eyes full of adoration. “And then it’ll be the big man to get you out of here and back into the BAU, where you belong. Because you do not belong here on the other side of a glass window with a telephone.”

“You could have met me somewhere else if you—”

“Used my badge, I know, but that would be corrupt and unfair,” I told him. He eyed me skeptically. His eyes squinted just a tad, and I smiled at him.

“You forgot it at home.”

“I totally did,” I admitted, unashamed. Spencer erupted in laughter. “What can I say? I’m hopeless without you. You have that eidetic memory I rely on,” I joked.

I didn’t laugh like Spencer did, though. I was too preoccupied at the sight of him. My heart ached at the sight of his bruises and cuts, and it would soar at his bright eyes and smiles. His laugh gave me enough energy to genuinely smile without crying. I needed him back.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked me, catching my attention and snapping me out of my own thoughts. “This is generally the part where I’d put my hands on yours and lean in and tell you it’s going to be okay. I can’t do two of those, but I can do the third. Y/N, it’s going to be okay.”

I bit my lips together in a thin line before smiling at him. “I believe you.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Because it will be.” The bell rang, signaling that visiting hours were over. Our eyes met, dreading to leave each other. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you, Spence,” I smiled at him. I bit my lip, figuring out what else I wanted to say. “And Spence?”


“I love you,” I told him. He smiled at me, his eyes soft and gentle through the glass that divided us. “So you have to be okay, alright?”

“I will be,” he assured me again. “And I love you too.”

Spencer hung up the black phone first while I lingered a moment before doing the same. I wished I could hug him and kiss him and feel his arms around me, but I couldn’t.

The guard walked up behind him and began to take away Spence, and it took everything in me not to burst into tears and start yelling at them to let him stay. Spencer wouldn’t want me to do that. I put my hand on the glass as Spencer turned away from me, walking away.

Amortentia (Ashton/4)

Hello again! Nearly three months since @0kbutmichaelclifford hosted her Hogwarts!5SOS Blurb night and I’m still thinking about this concept! Never enough Hogwarts!5SOS if you ask me… I hope you’ll enjoy the 6k+ (I know, but apparently I don’t get the definition of a blurb!) of Hogwarts!Ashton below. Let me know what you think? 

1. Potions Class

You’re yawning when you walk into the dungeon, following your housemates into the Sixth Year Potions class. It’s Monday morning, first class of the new semester and it seems as if both Gryffindors and Slytherins alike have a lot to share with their friends.

The Hogwarts Express had pulled into Hogsmeade Station on Saturday evening, bringing back the students who’d gone home over Christmas break, and clearly most inter-House friends hadn’t had a chance to catch up yet. The chatter is loud, but somehow still quiet; alerting you that something’s missing. You revel in the extra couple of moments without the worst sound known to you: The Giggle. You rest your head on your table, cushioned by your bag, while you count your blessings of some extra Ashton Irwin-free moments on top of the Ashton Irwin-free day yesterday.

(According to the rumor mill, Irwin visited family abroad over break and had been unable to catch the train back. He’d arrived late Sunday evening, after curfew, and the late hour had kept him from showing his face in the Slytherin Common Room to visit two of his sidekicks: Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings, two of your Fifth Year housemates.)

Alas, your luck eventually runs out and Irwin shows up for class. Fortunately for you, so does Professor Slughorn and the old man doesn’t waste time: after hurriedly greeting the group of students, he beckons you all to the front of the class where several cauldrons are stood simmering. Many of your classmates are greedily breathing in the intoxicating fumes wafting off the unidentified potions and you roll your eyes: how did these idiots even make it to N.E.W.T. level Potions when they pull stunts like sniffing potentially toxic vapors?

One cauldron, obviously attracting the most attention from your fellow students, is soon identified: the way the people surrounding you are gluttonously breathing in the fumes makes it easy. Slughorn points at you to explain the potion to your peers. (You’re not surprised by it: both you and your class have already made peace with your role as Slughorn’s star pupil.)

“That’s Amortentia, the world’s most dangerous love potion.” You start. You hear someone scoffing and you don’t need to look to identify the person: Ashton Irwin has never dealt well with being second-best. You glare at him and he sticks out his tongue. Shaking off his childishness, you continue explaining.

“The potion causes the drinker to grow an infatuation with the one who administered it. Beware: it is not love; the potion needs to keep being fed to the drinker if one wants the effects to last. The mother-of-pearl sheen and the spiraling steam are two of its most noticeable characteristics. Also, the potion smells differently to every individual, depending on what that person finds attractive.”

“Very good, Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Slughorn praises. “5 points for Slytherin. Care to share what you smell? For the sake of this class, of course.”

Professor Slughorn winks at you and you grin. Before you can answer however, someone else shares their input. (You’d be more surprised if he hadn’t opened his mouth.)

“Allow me to guess, Professor,” You have to hand it to the kid, though: he never did keep his distaste for you under the teachers’ radar. “Y/N is a complicated person, after all. No one really knows whether she comes from a long line of Acromantulas or Dementors…”

You interrupt him, ever so politely, but with a tone as poisonous as your supposed ancestors. “It’s not so much an ‘or’-matter, Irwin, as it is an ‘and’-matter. And don’t worry, you can’t please either one of my bloodlines despite your valiant efforts of being noticed. Not the Dementor one, since you already are a sad excuse of a human being and not the Acromantula one either, since I’ve never seen someone as tasteless as yourself.”

You smile finely at him, your classmates sniggering behind their hands, and Irwin’s right eye twitches. (You mentally congratulate yourself: the eye-twitch was always the ultimate end to your feuds. It usually only takes one more push before Irwin starts blowing things up, throws hexes your way, and inevitably lands himself in detention for another week. Call it one of your talents, if you will.)

“I’ll keep it short,” You turn back to Professor Slughorn and the man gives you a wry smile, still somewhat keeping an eye on a probably less-than-amused Irwin. “I smell the Quidditch Pitch, vanilla candles and the waxy scent of the vinyl Muggle records I collect.”

“Very well, my dear,” The old man excitedly claps his hands and shoos everyone back to their worktables. “Now it’s your turn: 2 hours ‘til the end of class. Should be just enough time for you to brew your own Amortentia. Ingredients are in the supply closet like always. Samples are left in a named vial at the front of the class in the panniers for your House and the remainder of your potion should be Vanished before you leave the classroom. Best of luck to you!”

The remainder of the class progresses without much difficulties (other than the occasional smart remark from Irwin). By the end of the two hours, you bring your sample to the front like instructed.

While you’re busy doing so however, someone else casts a Notice-Me-Not-charm on themselves and manages to steal a sample of your potion before you can empty out your cauldron. They’re careful not to swap your scantling with theirs when leaving theirs in the basket full of Gryffindor vials and hastily exiting the dungeon…

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Around a week ago, I went to see the edge of Cebu city alone. But there was a dozen of other people who went to see the view as well. I had a solo drinking session that night. I stargazed, listened to my favorite songs with that chilly breeze of a summer night. And while I was there, I did a lot of thinking. 

Why does Cebu never sleep at night? Why do you smell of orange trees? Cebu, you don’t give much answers, do you, friend? Only questions that never end. Have you ever had an infatuation with someone at age 20? How in one night did I come so far? Why am I high on your perfume? Cebu, I mean no offense, but why does nothing in here makes sense? 

In a world that won’t let us feel, that’s moving too fast, I have found you. I know for a fact that we can never happen, but I’m constantly drawn into you. I think part of me knew that when I saw you, and how this would eventually happen. Everything from your smile to the sound of your laughter brings light to the darkest places. The way words roll off your tongue seems as if it’s a spoken lullaby. Yet, it’s more than that, it’s the similarities that keep me thinking that maybe in another time or world, just maybe, there would be a chance. And, crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel this way again. But I don’t think if I should. 

Why, Cebu? Why such beauty in this place? I like my memories as they were. But now I’m leaving remembering you. Just you. 

Prequel to Jon Snow x Baratheon!Reader

Baratheon reader; arya sees her fighting in K.L and is impressed so ned asks her to train her

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        Although you hated Kings Landing, and you weren’t too fond of most of the family you had in it, you loved the feeling of the sun on your skin and the light breeze that came from the ocean. Dragonstone seemed to always be more cloudy and cold when you compared it to King’s Landing.

        The dress you wore fluttered around you as the breeze took and moved the light fabric, something your mother had insisted you wear to fit in around the palace and your…particular…Aunt.

        Your Mother had long given up on trying to get you to wear dresses everyday like a Lady would but you both knew your Aunt seeing you in pants would start more drama than either of you wanted.

Yet, as you found yourself loving the sun and breeze you longed for your Father to finish meeting with your Uncle Robert and his new Hand so you could return home to Dragonstone.

Your wandering of the gardens turned into you wandering he whole castle and you found yourself ending up where you always do; in front of the armory and training area for the Kings Guard. Gold cloaks jabbed at each other with practice swords and men lined up their bows with the targets they stood across from.

You felt yourself chuckle. They were good, sure. And you were happy for your Uncle and sweet cousins, Myrcella and Tommen, because you knew they would be protected. But you were quick to see that you could probably take down most of the men there in hand to hand combat.

“What are you laughing at?” You turned to the young voice and saw a small girl with dark hair and tattered clothing standing behind you, a thin sword at her side.

“Light footed, aren’t you? I’m laughing at the guards.”


“You want to handle that sword, yes?” She nodded. You beckoned her near you and squatted down to her level. “One of the most important things in fighting isn’t just knowing how to use your weapon…it’s how to use your opponent.” She looked at you confused. “See that man there,” you pointed to one of the men sparring 10 yards in front of you. “He does a little jolt with his shoulder before he swings his sword. If you saw that as you fought him you’d be able to tell where he was going to aim for before he swung his sword.”

You watched her watch the man and she finally nodded, “I see it!”

“See that man there?”  You pointed to another man as he jabbed with a fellow guard. “He’s bow legged. Even as he gets a wide stance and lunges at his opposition his feet are still far too close. If you met him on the battlefield a swift sweep of the feet or a hit powerful enough to mess with his balance would send him on the ground with you towering over him.” You went through explaining the faults and patterns of fighting each man showed as they practiced.

Finally, a guard who had seen you pointing and snickering with the girl hollered at you from across the courtyard. “You, girl! What do you think you’re doing over here?”

“I’m telling this young girl what exactly each one of you are doing that will lead to your demise,” you frankly stated.

“You saying we don’t know how to do our job?”

“Not at all. I’m just pointing out the flaws and patterns in your fighting that will inevitably at you killed at some point.”

“Who do you think you are? You are a woman, what do you know of fighting?” You walked over to the stand of swords nearest to you and expected the blades.

“What’s your name Sir?”

“Sir Eyan Tymber. What of it?”

“Your problem, Sir Tymber, is that you underestimate your opponent,” quicker than he could prepare for you lifted a sword up and held it at his jugular. “That’s what will lead to your demise. You’re too cocky, you think everything you do nothing but perfect. You think of yourself as undefeatable and you think of your opponents as lesser beings.”

“Easy for a dirty fighter to say,” he said carefully as to not get his throat closer to the blade.

You dropped your hand to your side suddenly. “You’re right.” You took four paces back and turned again, raising the sword and hiking your dress behind you as best you could. “So fight me now, knowing not to underestimate you.”

“Fight you? You’re a girl!”

“A girl who just had your life in her hands. What’s the matter? Scared?” The gleam in your eye was enough to send him over the edge and have him raise his sword. You played with him for a bit, like a cat with a mouse. And when you grew bored you disarmed him and had him on the ground.

“Like I said, Sir Tymber, never underestimate your opponent.” You looked down and notice the bottom on your dress was dirty and tattered. “My Mother will not like this.”

“Your Mother some whore in court,” he jealously spat.

“My Mother is the wife of Lord Stannis Baratheon.” The man’s eyes went wide as he realized who that made you. You handed the sword to a guard next to you and walked towards the young girl. “Did you learn anything?” She could do nothing but nod. “Good,” you smiled and walked away


“I’m telling you Father she was the best fighter I’ve ever seen! Better than you and Robb and Jon! Maybe better than you three put together!”

“That so,” Ned Stark grinned amused as his daughter’s excitement. “And what was this woman’s name?”

“That’s the best part. It was Y/N Baratheon!”

“Stannis’ daughter?” Arya nodded, “That means I can do it too, Father! I can be a swordsman like her and a Lady like you and Mother want me to be. Oh please, please, please, Father can I train with her?”

“I guess it would be up to her.”

“You’re the Hand of the King, can you ask her if she will teach me?” Ned looked at his daughter, he hadn’t seen her that excited since they came to King’s Landing.

“You will come with me tomorrow morning to ask her if she will train you.”

“Oh, thank you Father!” The young girl jumped and hugged her Father right before running out of the room.


Your were in another dress that your Mother had begged you to keep in pristine condition. You sat at the small table in the garden breaking your fast and watching the birds fly over head. Someone cleared their throat and you turned. “Lord Stark,” you greeted him.

“Lady Baratheon,” he nodded and you saw a small girl behind him.

“Please, sit.” He sat across from you and the girl sat between you two. “It’s a pleasure to speak with you Lord Stark.” You looked at the girl. “You must be Arya.” She nodded. “The whispers I’ve heard make sense then,” you joked. “Would you two like anything to break fast?”

“No, thank you, we’ve eaten,” Ned said but the look in Arya’s eyes as she eyes your fresh fruit said otherwise. You tossed her and orange and grinned. “You’re too kind.”

“What can I do for you Lord Stark?”

“My daughter said you taught her something yesterday, as well as some of the Gold Cloaks.”

“I did.”

“Arya is interested in learning to use that sword of hers and would very much like to train with you before you return home. If you have time that is.”

“I have plenty of time,” you told him. “But I will not train her,” she looked crushed. “Not until she does the first task.”

“Which is,” he asked?

“She must as me herself. A woman can’t learn to defend herself with a sword until she can speak up for herself.” You and Ned’s eyes turned towards the small girl who sat up straight in her chair and fearlessly looked you in the eyes.

“Lady Baratheon, will you please train me to fight? I want nothing more than to learn to be as good as you.”

A grin overtook your face. “As you free after lunch today?” She glanced at her Father, who nodded, and looked back at you nodding. “Then met me at the corridor at the end of the West hall. Bring your sword.”

askthemisfitsgt  asked:

Yo! What color did the other dudes paint their nails? ((also i love this art so much!! it's too cute!!))

R: I like to paint my nails either an orange or red.

JD: I usually go with a light blue, or with clear nail polish. Football usually ruins the paint job.

M: I paint mine red. It’s like, the best color to use.

Chapter 6: Halloween Horrors

Fic Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Genre: a lot of fluff, recovery, really fucking domestic, waiter!Phil

Warnings: eating disorders, anorexia, bulimia, hospitals, panic attacks, references to past abuse, a lot of awkwardness. This chapter also includes mentions of smutty happenings. This is potentially triggering so for your own sake, please think twice about reading if anything this might affect you.

Disclaimer: I don’t have personal experience with eating disorders, but have done some research. If I have anything about them wrong, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll sort it out.

Word Count (for this part): 8.7k (i guess this makes up for last week’s short chapter)

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The long days of sun were now behind us and the leaves were falling in orange blankets from the trees. The seasons weren’t the only thing changing; Dan had got a lot better over the past month or so. He was now eating almost as much as me and didn’t seem to be struggling too much with it. We still had the odd day where I could barely persuade him to eat anything or where he did throw up a meal, but he was getting better.

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What about that time you picked me up in your retro space car? Do you remember all the things you said we’d do, all the time we wasted being wasted and driving too fast?  I remember the wind in my hair, the green acid clouds over the horizon, the distant sound of laser fire. I remember when the giant ant people were standing by the side of the road and we threw our cupcakes at them.  They looked pretty ridiculous with orange frosting on their antennae.  How much fun did we have knowing it would never end, riding to oblivion against the wind?   Maybe you’ve left the planet and found your own personal hell hole on another world where punks troll the streets looking for used comic books.  Maybe you’ve cornered the market on action figures and you’ve started a galaxy wide podcast.  Maybe you’re too busy watching aliens shed their skin and eat french-ed fries. I’ve tried reaching you, but the lines were all destroyed in the most recent apocalypse.  Those political motherfuckers burnt everything to ash.  I light my last cigarette and wait.  The road is still here, I’m still here, and I know you’re out there somewhere. I’ve baked a fresh batch of cupcakes, the ash from my cigarette is threatening to corrupt the frosting. I’m waiting baby, but the aliens have all gone home to die.

I’m honestly tired of still seeing posts about mamamoo being racists
They apologized and accepted it was a mistake. I understand it was wrong for them to do that, but they still apologized, and that’s what matters.
We all make mistakes and that’s what makes us humans. We make mistakes to learn from them.
I understand what they did was wrong, but they apologized and they will learn from that mistakes and others they make in the future.
I understand people are not part of the fandom anymore and it’s okay. But you don’t have to keep throwing hate at them. I understand it’s their opinion, but sometimes words hurt people.
What’s the point of throwing hate at someone? Will they stop doing what they do? Will they go back in time and never do what they did again? Will they die? Or will they even change?

Maybe I am defending them, but it is because, people overreacted. They apologized but they are still throwing hate.
People say they were immature for doing that, but do you think throwing hate at fans and idols is a mature action? Even they accepted they were ignorant that time, yet people are still hating. Orange Caramel practically used a song of other culture yet no one cared. Suga, Zico, Jackson, Taeyang and a lot of other idols have used dreads which is basically considered racist in Korea yet no one said anything. Bomi recently did the black face too and there isn’t much hate as there is for Mamamoo. All of us have been racist at least one time, and maybe some people didn’t even apologized. I, myself have been racist some times, but recently I’ve learned from those mistakes, and that’s what makes me a better person.