disclaimer i look nothing like this

Why I think the T should not be part of the LGBT

• It’s not a sexuality
• Transgenderism is a mental illness
• Trans should not be as celebrated as it is
• it makes trans look fun and unique and hey, you can be in the LGBT if you’re gnc!
• People assume that gay and trans is the same thing
• We are rarely spoken about anyway
• We are such a minority that you are hard pressed to find another trans person at all.
• It’d be better to have a community for trans people separately
• trans has nothing to do with homo and bisexuality
• Some LGB people are transphobic
• LGB people cannot, like all cis people, understand or help us

*little disclaimer since I seem to have pissed off the entirety of Tumblr. This is MY opinion and MY choice of words. It is not misinformation since it is an opinion, and stated to be an opinion. I realise “mental illness” does not sit well with some of you, but what I mean by using the term is to depict dysphoria. Dysphoria is a mental handicap, illness, disturbance, abnormality, difference, whatever word you wish to use, so feel free to replace that term. Also, please try to actually explain why you all think I’m a fucking idiot. Acknowledge some of my other points and debate me for a change.
Cognitive functions and smiles

Recently I had sort of a dream regarding smiles and what they express. I am sure someone has done some research or has tried to find a correlation between how people smile and what MBTI type they are, but nevermind I wanted to share my messy thoughts with you. 

I have always found smiles the stronger point of the human body, I don’t really know why but, to me, they can reflect how truly a person is, if you really know how to look into them. It is easy to fake a smile, obviously, but it’s just a matter of interpersonal intelligence to get when someone is being truly itself or not.


I have reached to the conclusion that there’s something similar among people with the same dominant cognitive function and the way they smile. Of course, the auxiliar function plays an important role too (specially if the dominant one is a Perceiving function -I have observed that “Thinkers” tend to smile more awkwardly and/or aggressively than “Feelers”, but it’s kind of a stupid observation, I’m not relying on it for now-).

So, since pictures/gifs will probably be more self-explanatory than my words, I’ll try to illustrate and match my thoughts with them as good as possible. Also, since fictional characters and kpop idols are the people I am most certain of their MBTI type (sad but true) I’m using idols’ gifs for this accurate theory. Just in sake of science. Take this as a DISCLAIMER ok

Fe - Comfort: this one was the one I dreamt of. I suddenly realized Fe smiles are so warming, it looks like they were hugging you and saying “it’s alright” but without the need of touching you at all. As long as they are honest smiles, they give the sensation of understanding and emotional control of the situation. They imply that there’s nothing to worry about. It feels like they’re so pleased with their lives and current situation, even though they may open the mouth a second later to say the opposite (if so). Their smile is the physical representation of paying attention to someone in order to make them feel better. They got this especial expression in the face that makes you feel at ease.

(Both are ESFJ)

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Ne - Sunbeam: major key aspect to spot an ENxP: they ALWAYS smile widely in pictures or videos. It’s their nature. They probably have the brightest, purest and more innocent smiles. They irradiate contagious happiness and make you want to smile as well. Usually their smile suggest they’re very friendly and ready to have fun. They seem to have nothing to hide, they come across as people ready to be wide open to you, although nothing far from reality, (my experience says ENxPs are one of the most introvert and secretive types among the “extraverted” ones). You can see the energy in their eyes, and they’re also very quick changing their facial expressions, so it’s pretty normal for them to just burst into laughs a moment after.


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Originally posted by achenlove

Se - Charm: I bet you were expecting something like “seduction” or “sex-appeal” I don’t know, but nope. Those are all stereotypes. Actually, Se-dom smiles are usually very soft, but with an obvious glimpse of charm. Their eyes tend to catch the receptor’s whole attention, -maybe ESTPs are more “intimidating” than ESFP while doing it, so I’m not sure-. Also, I’ve seen some kind of mix between the friendly Ne and the gentle Fi smile (we’ll get there later). When it comes to smiling, Se doms are not as shy as IxFP may be, but neither are as open as ENxP (tho at laughing they probably are). They give the impression of knowing they have your attention and want to keep it and to make sure they look appealing -not in a romantic or sexual way- to everybody around them. 

(Both are ESFP)

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Te - Amiability: this is a difficult one. ExTJ are not as intimidating as it is said they are, but yet, their smile doesn’t suggest especial emotional connection or understanding. However, since them and their dominant function are branded as “aggressive”or “bossy” when they smile they tear down that stereotype. Te users usually smile with a clever look in the eyes, staring directly at you. They’re saying “I trust you, I like you enough to smile at you like this” -we’re talking always about honest behaviours, of course-. I’ve seen a lot of Te-doms smiling even more widely than ESxPs, and I don’t have a theory for this, I guess they’re not especially interested in coming across as fancy, and since they tend to smile “less”, when they do it it means they are willing to build a relationship with you and even to let you know more about their inner selves -this is: deep down they’re the softest-. 


Fi - Softntess: let’s say it: INFP and ISFP usually have the softest and sweetest smile ever. Whether they are more or less shy doesn’t matter because their facial expression seems always kind of bashful. They always show a discreet smile that possibly turns into a big one; sometimes they even have what is called “eye-smile”: you almost see more happiness in their eyes than in their lips, However, the relevant thing is: seeing them smile at you means knowing you have connected with them at some level. You have their full understanding and probably their esteem as well. I think it’s not so easy for a stranger to make them smile comfortably, so you should feel very appreciated when your IXFP smiles at you. 

(Both ISFP)

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Ni - Relief: gathering gifs for this I’ve realized that Ni dom users tend to smile awkwardly (most INTJ) and shyly (most INFJ) 99% of the time, like, they don’t even get to show they theeh at all. So, seeing them half-laughing is probably more revealing since it is the result of a normally reserved and restrained person who finally has set himself/herself free. What I mean is: INxJs have often their heads in the clouds, they tend to overthink and overanalyse everything so they “don’t plan” to engage with the immediate atmosphere and just smile to come across as friendly or appealing (actually this especially goes for INTJs lmao). They seem to be always on the lookout or lost in their thoughts, so when they finally smile comfortably they’d probably laugh as well, finally connected to their outer world. Therefore, their facial expression is usually composed by an avoiding gaze (oh God why am I doing this) and a wide smile (oh my God I am really enjoying the moment). They seem relieved and maybe amazed about the situation or even about how they’re feeling at the moment. 


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Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

Si - Engagement: it’s a weird word to describe it, I know, but It just came up to me. This is how I see ISxJs’ smiles: reserved but fulfilling. High Si users usually have a subtle expression which denotes gentleness -whatever ISTJs stereotypes may be-. Their smiles imply control and tidiness, or at least that’s what they seem to reflect. But I also see some sort of comfort, a different one from Fe users (well, in ISFJs that’s a little more difficult to explain) that’s why I thought about “engagement”. While Si users smile, then tend to make an especial eye-contact, between “I am delighted I’m this happy because of you/this” and “thank you”. This is some kind of commitment: “I’m not smiling just because, I’m smiling because I really feel it, I can’t find another way to express myself”. 

(Both ISTJ)

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Originally posted by jonginssoo

Ti - Containment: okay if Ni users are awkward smiling Ti users are even worse. Forget about what you know about shyness-as-a-personality-trait and focus on IxTPs’ smiles because it’s practically the representation of bashfulness. They often avoid the gaze, and probably if you see one Ti user smiling non awkwardly it’s because they found something funny or interesting, not for politeness or the sake of being nice. However, even in the most comfortable atmosphere among friends or relatives, their smile has always a glimpse of containment. But, still, I find IxTPs’ smiles very warm and sweet, maybe because they’re the result of someone who tries but can’t hold back their emotions anymore. (Just a casual observation: I don’t know why this two guys bend forward while smiling. It’s like they have to express their feelings with the body too but I guess that doesn’t need to suit for most of IxTPs.)

(Both ISTP)

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anonymous asked:

hc for when nishinoya finds out that his s/o is pretty clumsy and he's just like "she's so cute i cANT" and he becomes her guardian

Thanks for sending in the request! Sorry I haven’t been able to get to it, I’ve been busy doing nothing (what the fuck is this).

Disclaimer: I don’t own Haikyuu or the characters.

Pairings: Nishinoya x Reader

Warnings: None

  • (S/O) is shorter than him (his height is actually average for his age group, so this is normal)
  • (S/O) trips over everything
  • Makes everything look cute
  • Trips over the heels she tries to pull off
  • It actually never works
  • He once saw his (S/O) trip and almost get hit in the face by Kageyama
  • Decided to “rolling thunder” his was to his (S/O)
  • Protects her from everything
  • He actually jumps pretty high so he jumps to get stuff off of a high shelf
  • Once broke a shelf
  • Once broke the roof
  • Very strong
  • Loves to gives piggyback rides
  • Loves carrying his (S/O) princess style
  • Protect this dork too

I don’t know what this is. I’m sorry for the crap quality.

-Admin Ella

Sweatshirt & Coffee

Drabble game request: J-Hope + “Is that mine?” + Coffee Shop AU | for @the95liner

Character: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Coffee Shop!au, Fluff

Word count: 1,569 words

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alto-viola  asked:


ask-sadisticdark (literally the best and most accurate darkiplier roleplay blog I’ve ever seen) commented that he’d basically be very shook if something happened to his oh-so-precious desk and said I’d go to the Persuasion Room (which, if you find it on his blog, looks like an utter nightmare) and so of course I hyPOTHETICALLY (it wasn’t hypothetical) scratched it and now I’m probs gon die, o well

Baby Isa Has a Rough Night

Disclaimer: I know nothing about childcare.


Nick Wilde had always loved kits. There was just something about the way they viewed the world, a magical, wonderful place full of possibilities, that took his breath away. They didn’t see different mammals as predator or prey. They simply saw them as a mammal. They looked at Nick and they didn’t see a sly fox like their parent did, they saw his fluffy tail and tried to play with it. They saw his razor sharp teeth and weren’t scared. They saw his claws and watched them with fascination. They talked to him and listened to what he had to say. Nick had always loved kits. So when the opportunity to have his own arose, he seized it with both paws, thinking he’d love every minute. Unfortunately, parenthood isn’t as easy as he thought.

Nick opened his eyes and squinted at the clock next to his bed.
“2 AM.” He groaned, sitting up slowly, “Great.” He threw the covers back and slid out of his bed, shivering slightly as the cold, night air penetrated his fur. Nick turned off the baby monitor on his nightstand, momentarily silencing the tinny cries of his child before he plodded into the nursery.
“Hey there Isa,” He crooned, reaching into the crib to pick her up, “I’m here, don’t worry.” Nick cradled her in both of his arms, trying to calm Isabelle down, but she kept crying, low, insistent yowls that grated on Nick’s ears.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” He asked the still crying kit, “Are you hungry?” Nick carried her to the kitchen and opened the fridge with one arm, holding Isabelle in the other while he rummaged for her bottle. He pulled it out of the fridge and held it up to her snout. Isabelle took it and began drinking, causing a wave of relief to sweep through Nick, only for that relief to die when she spit it out seconds later and resume crying.
“It’s ok.” He murmured, putting the bottle down and patting her back, “I guess it’s something else then huh?” Isabelle gave him no answer, instead continuing her snuffling and yowling.
“Do you need to be changed?” He asked her gently, sniffing the air for any trace of such a problem.
“It’s not that.” He said softly, frowning as he tried to figure out what else it could be, “Why’re you so upset sweetie?” He asked, worry creasing his brow. Nick carried her back to the nursery and sat in a chair in the corner, still holding her in his arms. He tried playing with her to distract her, but Isabelle wouldn’t stop crying. Nick tried singing a lullaby, caressing her ears, even pedaling her hind paws! But nothing worked. Isabelle just kept crying. Nick’s panic began to grow as each little yowl hurt him.
“I don’t know why you’re unhappy!” He said hysterically, raising his voice, “Please just stop crying!” Nick buried his head in his paws and rubbed his tired eyes, still listening to the poor kit’s pitiful cries. Nick pulled out his phone and checked the time. 3 AM. Isa had been crying non-stop for an hour! He unlocked his phone and held it in his paw, thinking about his next move.
“Sorry Judy.” He whispered, pressing call, “But I need your help.” Nick put the phone to his ear and waited as it rang.
“Nick, it’s 3 AM what’s going on?” Judy answered groggily.
“I need your help.” He said somewhat frantically, “Isa’s been crying for the past hour and I’ve tried everything and I don’t know what else to do and I’m tired and—”
“I’ll be right over.” Judy interrupted, “Just give me a few minutes.”
“Thank you so much Judy!” Nick responded, “I’ll see you soon.” Nick hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He continued cradling Isa in his arms and she continued crying.
Judy let herself in using the key Nick had given her. She walked into the nursery to find a teary-eyed Nick holding a clearly distressed Isabelle.
“Hey Nick.” She said softly, causing him to look up, “Has anything changed?”
“No.” He replied, “She’s still crying. I tried feeding her, changing her, playing with her, singing a lullaby, trying to get her back to sleep, and she’s still crying.” Judy eyed the exhausted fox with concern.
“May I?” She asked, holding out her arms for the kit. Nick got up and gently handed her Isabelle.
“There there,” She murmured, “it’s ok.” Isabelle, who had calmed down slightly earlier, now began crying with renewed energy.
“It’s alright,” Judy said softly, giving her back to Nick, “your daddy’s right here.” Once Nick took hold of her, Isabelle calmed down slightly, but still continued to cry. Judy watched the upset kit critically while she tried to diagnose what was wrong with her.
“Is this her blanket?” She asked Nick, gesturing at the one lying in the crib. Nick nodded and Judy picked it up and left the room. Nick followed her out and watched in confusion as she put it in a glass bowl and placed it in his microwave. Judy set the timer to 30 seconds and then turned it on, waiting for the blanket to warm up. Nick gave her a quizzical look and Judy shrugged, which Nick took as a sign that she’d explain it in a minute. Judy took the now hot blanket out of the microwave and motioned for Nick to give her Isabelle. Nick lowered his kit into Judy’s arms and Judy quickly wrapped Isabelle in the warm blanket. Almost immediately, her cries turned to snuffles, which then stopped completely. After a minute of tense silence, Nick stared in wonderment at the now soundly sleeping fox kit in Judy’s arms. Judy walked into the nursey with Nick trailing closely behind her and gently lowered Isabelle into the crib. Nick watched and made sure that she remained asleep, then followed Judy back out into the kitchen.
“What was that?” He asked, “How did you know it would work?”
“I think she had growing pains.” Judy said uncertainly, “My siblings and I had them all the time when we were little. For kits, it aches when their bones begin to grow, and for Isabelle, it could also have been from her claws or teeth coming in. All I know is that the heat from the warm blanket helped sooth the aching for my smaller siblings.”
“You’re a lifesaver Carrots.” Nick praised her, “I’m sorry that I called in the middle of the night, but I didn’t know what else to do and—”
“Nick, it’s fine.” Judy interrupted, “Now go back to bed, I can sleep on the couch and make sure that Isabelle is ok.”
“Bed. Now.” Judy said sternly. Nick shuffled into his room and Judy marched in after him, commandeering the baby monitor as well.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” She said as he got back into bed. Nick opened his mouth to make a snide remark, but fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Taking It Slow [Eggsy Unwin Imagine, Continued].

A/N: Part two to Annoying Interruptions! Hope you all enjoy, it’s a little short, sorry anon! :( Thanks for requesting! <3

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: None. Just kissing and implied sexual content. Nothing explicit. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone and you belong to you. 

P.S: I have checked this and edited, but if there are any mistakes, please forgive me! 

The minute you and Eggsy reached your room, you snapped, “what the hell, Eggsy?”

Eggsy chuckled, crowding you against the door of your bedroom, a mischievous look in his eyes, “you can’t say you didn’t like it, baby.”

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Just a funny observation about J2M

There is nothing funnier in this world than Jared attacking Misha in fun, buddy ways either with words, farts or by using his moose sized body. Then it becomes even funnier when Jensen attacks Jared for attacking Misha. These guys are killing me. lol

They are like the Three Stooges except in reverse. Saying that now, I hope they explore that idea someday in the future.

I’m drawing my conclusion on the fact that Jared is the rough one (who doesn’t know his own strength) in the bunch. Jensen is the protector (even if at times he too pounces on Misha when Misha is least expecting it)  And Misha? Well he’s the mastermind behind all the shenanigans, the hallway chases and the amount of lost footage in a landfill that never was used. I see nothing wrong with this arrangement except for the lost footage we never seen. I personally wanna see it. Do you? ha ha lol

(Disclaimer) Only three of these images are not mine and they are the high quality ones. If any of the three look like they are yours, don’t hesitate to ask for credit. k thanks.

Your First Time With Exid

Disclaimer: there’s nothing too explicit in this but still, if you dont like this kind of content, i advise you to skip it.

Solji: She would make it slow but sensual. She would want it to be perfect so she wouldn’t rush anything of it. She would always look you right in the eyes to make sure that you’re okay with what she’s doing.

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LE: She would want it to be perfect. So she would prepare all the place for you. She would be so sweet and careful at the first moments. But when you tell her that you’re comfortable and that it feels good, she would make it a little more rougher but still being gentle with her touches.

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Hani: She would make it slow. She would play a lot of attention in your body and if she’s doing it right. She would pay attention at your body expressions at every move she does. She would only focus on making it good and pleasing to you.

Originally posted by qirl-qroups

Hyerin: Would be a little shy at first but would get confident as things were getting heated. She would be passionate and sweet but would get a little wild at times. She’d just want you to feel good with her.

Originally posted by seohyon

Junghwa: She would be very careful with you. She’d touch you everywhere, delicately and precisely, constantly looking at you to check if it is ok or not. She would do mostly want you want than doing what she wants.

Originally posted by qirl-qroups

Reconnecting of Reborn Souls

Disclaimer: All smut. Nothing but smut. If you don’t like smut, you won’t like this. If you do like smut, enjoy ☺


He’s kissing you softly with his hand in your hair. Your holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady. He’s always been a good kisser. Your knees are weak.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”, he asks. “I need you to understand that I don’t want to have sex with right now and then not see you again for months. That was the old me. I’ve changed. I want this to go somewhere. I want a real relationship with you.”

You have known each other for years and were friends with benefits whenever you ran into each other at parties. It’s been different since you both sobered up though. You have really gotten to know each other.

“I know you’ve changed. So have I. I want a real relationship too.”, you answer. You move your hands over his chest. “You’re the only one who can completely understand what I’ve been through because you have been through a lot of the same things. And you don’t judge me for it like other people do. I want you, Matt. I want you completely.”

He kisses you again and you melt into his arms. He parts your lips with his tongue and tries to find yours. You tangle your tongue with his and he holds you up because your knees are weak again. Then he grabs your ass and picks you up wrapping your legs around him.

He carries you to the bed and lays you down, crawling on top of you. You can feel his need for you through his jeans and you need him just as bad.

You’ve done this with him before but this time it’s different. This time it means something. This time you are both taking your time and showing your love for each other instead of just ripping each other’s clothes off frantically looking for that release.

He’s caressing your breasts through your shirt while rocking his hard member into your wet and ready core. You’re working on unbuttoning his shirt. You finally get it off and he helps you with yours and then your bra.

Cupping your breasts again he smiles while groaning and says, “You’ve always had nice tits.” You throw your head back and laugh in response. “I’ve missed some things about you too”, you say playfully. “Like this one thing here.”, you say while reaching your hand down to stroke him through his jeans.

It was Matt’s turn to laugh. “I love a naughty girl!”, he replied, pressing himself against your hand. You undo his jeans and help him slide them off along with his boxers. Then he helps you with yours.

You both are laying in the bed naked, kissing and caressing each other. Both of you enjoying every minute of your time together and neither one of you wanting to rush through this moment.

Matt slowly ran his hand down your body, finding your needy core. First he rubs circles on you making you moan his name. Then he starts kissing your neck and making his way kissing down your body stopping just where you want him. He remembers just how you like it. You put your hands in his curls and encourage him along. He works you with his mouth and his fingers until you cry out with your climax.

He comes up with a sly smile on his face and you can’t help but laugh. “Pretty proud of yourself, huh?”, you tease as you push him on his back. You straddle him and rub your core along his hard shaft, teasing him some more.

“Your turn babe”, you say as you start kissing down his body. You take him in your mouth and he moans out loud while putting one of his hands in your hair.

He’s big. Bigger than you remember. You use your hands along with your mouth and massage his balls. You remeber that he loves it when you play with his balls too.

His leg starts to twitch and he says, “I’m not going to last baby.” You giggle with him in your mouth and the extra vibration sends him over the edge. You take all he has to offer and give him a sly smile when you come up.

“I’m sorry”, he says, reaching for you to cuddle you into his chest. “It’s ok Matt. We have all the time in the world, remember?”, you answer. “I’ll need a couple minutes to recover.”, he says laughing. “I can spare a few minutes”, you reply while teasing one of his nipples.

After laying together in silence for a few minutes, you lift your head and kiss his chest, then look at the man that just made you see stars and smile.

“Why did it take us so long? Why did we both waste so much time?”, you ask not really looking for an answer. He kisses your forehead and answers, “I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

He pulls you up to his face and kisses you again. “I think I’m ready for round two.”, he tells you while wiggling his eyebrows. You giggle at him again then straddle him.

You can feel that he’s ready for you again so you guide him inside your still wet core. You both moan when he bottoms out. You rock your hips on him and he presses his hips up to meet yours.

He feels unbelievably good inside you and it’s not long before you are climaxing again. He let’s you ride out your orgasm before he flips you over and begins making love to you. Really making love, not just fucking like you have always done in the past.

You have never had this with anyone else. Your whole body is tingling. The connection you have with this man now is undeniable.

He’s caressing every part of your body that he can reach. You’re moving your hips with his and then press on his ass with both hands so he can get just a little bit deeper. You want to be as close to him as you can.  He starts to thrust into you a little harder and you can tell he’s almost there.

You dig your nails into his back, remembering how he likes it when you leave marks on him. He bites your shoulder and you can feel him shuddering as he cums. You hum your approval and keep moving with him as he rides out his orgasm.

He almost collapses beside you and rests his head on your shoulder while you stroke his hair. Both of you spent and completely satisfied. No words are needed. You just showed each other how you felt and that was enough for both of you.

ciuucalata-moved  asked:

For the ficlet thing: 27 with AlluraxLance ;) (if you've got time ofc)

Look what you made me write, Ellie. 

Well, I finally got the time and inspiration, I guess, I’m sorry I’m so late tho. SO! Here it is. It was quite the challenge, tbfh, but it was actually fun! Thank for pushing my skills dude! 

Alright, so Allance *Jaz hands* Hope you like it. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

“Isn’t this a gorgeous view?”

Lance doesn’t dare to look away from Allura as he answers. “You sure are.”

The reaction is immediate. Lance can’t help but chuckle as he notices the faint blush on Allura’s dark skin.

“You dork, I meant the city.” Allura giggles, covering her mouth with one of her hands as she lets Lance take her free one.

The young brunet drops a kiss on the top of her hand, “The city got nothing on you, beautiful.”

Allura smiles softly at him before she shoves him playfully on the chest. “My, my, Mr. McClain, seems like you are determinated to fulfill your promises of making this the best second date ever.”

Lance raises his eyes to meet her bright green eyes and winks. “You haven’t seen nothing yet, beautiful.” He declares, tugging at her hand until she’s close enough to wrap his arms around her waist, “After all, the stars are just coming home.”

Allura raises an eyebrow in confusion as she looks up to see his face but the sight above Lance takes her breath away.

“Oh.” She gasps, her mouth twitching in awe as the sky turns dark slowly, leaving behind its once pink color from the sunset to settle for a more deep blue one. ”Oh, Lance.”

Lance hums in response and leads them both towards the spread out blanket on the edge of the small hill, cuddling close to each other as the chilly wind caress them softly in the face.

Allura places herself in between Lance’s legs, her back pressed against his chest as his arms wraps her stomach tenderly.

They sit in silence, both of them staring at the sky filled with starts until Lance takes a deep breath and speaks up.

“Allura,” He calls quietly, breathe against her ear and making her to suppress a shiver because of it, “I know this is our second date but…I need to tell you something.”

Her stomach turns but she forces herself to hum in approval. “Okay.”

“You are one of the best people I have ever met in my life and I’m so grateful that you gave me a chance but…” He trails off, taking a small pause and his arms tighten in the slightest around her before he continues, “But I can’t promise that I won’t make you cry, because I will, Allura.”

Her stomach drops and she hopes he can’t feel the erratic way her heart beats at the words.

“Lance?” She questions, turning her face to the side to meet his eyes and she holds her breath when she catches his blue eyes shining with honesty.

“I can’t promise you that, Allura, because I would be lying.” Lance repeats gently, rubbing her forearm fondly and the action only makes her more bemused.

“Why?” She asks, voice doing a small crack and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Lance shrugs, “Because I will make you cry, that’s for sure, but what I can promise you is that it will only be one time. One day in our entire lives that it will happen.”

Allura purses her lips in a pout and narrows her eyes in suspicion. “And that day would be?”

The brunet chuckles, his warm laughter tickling the back of her neck before he whispers in her ear. “That day will be the day I ask you to be my bride, of course.”

Her heart does a sharp flip and then the wind surrounding them is not enough to calm her cheeks from growing hot.

“Oh my god, Lance.” Allura laughs, relief and embarrassment growing in her face, “You got all of this figured it out, huh?” She jokes but Lance limits himself to grab her hand once again and look at her straight in the eye.

“With you by my side, everything else is fine.” He confesses, dropping another kiss on the top of her hand, “You are the one, beautiful, I just know it.”

“It’s only the second date.” She reminds playfully but he hears the lack of denial at his statement and it only makes him smile wider. “What makes you so sure of that?”

He turns his eyes from her face for a second to look up at the glowing stars above them before he goes back to her, his heart feeling at ease as he looks into her green eyes and he smiles knowingly.

“Call it a hunch, Princess.”

It’s been well over a week since I posted any art. I have been spending a lot of time watching tutorials and work videos. But I have become more conscious that I’m consuming more than I’m creating.

This image is something I was messing about with. A very badly drawn Vin Diesel (looks nothing like him!) and the Iron Giant (he did the voice).

I feel I need to add a disclaimer about the giant. I’m still rubbish at drawing robots, so I went onto pinterest and used an awesome image by DKNG as reference.

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chronic illness sentence starters
  • ❝ I’ve been to more hospitals than I can count. ❞
  • ❝ Who knew, all it would take is a life-threatening, incurable illness for people to care about me? ❞
  • ❝ Want to see me down ten huge pills at once? ❞
  • ❝ I’m always tired. ❞
  • ❝ You remembered to take your medication, right? ❞
  • ❝ The people staring at you aren’t worth your time. ❞
  • ❝ My blood sugar’s getting way too low. ❞
  • ❝ The Doctors are telling me that my condition is going downhill. ❞
  • ❝ I’m twenty years old and I’m already middle-aged! ❞
  • ❝ It’s fine, I’m used to this. ❞
  • ❝ The pain’s a normal part of it. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t walk very far. ❞
  • ❝ You’d be surprised by the amount of glares I get for using a handicapped parking space. ❞
  • ❝ Just because my illness is ‘invisible’, that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like. ❞
  • ❝ How does the spoon system work? ❞
  • ❝ Just once, I’d like to digest food on my own. ❞
  • ❝ Can you imagine living without constant medication? ❞
  • ❝ I’m still me. It’s not like I AM my sickness. ❞
  • ❝ Hey, let’s pretend to be physically and mentally healthy! ❞
  • ❝ Who needs a dozen roses when you can have sixty-five of them? ❞
  • ❝ I don’t need your ‘miracle cure’. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just in the typical amount of agony. Don’t mind me. ❞
  • ❝ Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? ❞
  • ❝ You look tired. ❞
  • ❝ I promise I’m not judging you for your illness. ❞
  • ❝ It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ❞
  • ❝ If you tell me I’m ‘too pretty’ to be disabled, I’m leaving right now. ❞
  • ❝ I’m getting low on spoons. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t have enough spoons. ❞
  • ❝ I actually do need my mobility device. Don’t tell me I don’t. ❞
  • ❝ Moving is so last season. I’m just going to stay here until my body lets me go. ❞
  • ❝ Would you like some help? ❞
  • ❝ Thanks for the help. ❞
  • ❝ This medication tastes disgusting. ❞
  • ❝ I’m staying home today. ❞

I feel… disappointed to say the least. It seems like one needs to be a part of a certain circle to get at least some recognition for their writing over here. I am probably going to delete this in a while because of the negativity reflecting and the disappointment I don’t deserve to feel. If I don’t make this post I won’t be able to find peace of mind. It’s been in my head for quite a while and I have to let it out.

With 5.6K followers one would expect me to write something and get countless feedback and responses. No hate, I love all my followers and I’m thankful they stick by us all the time. But honestly working so hard on something and not getting responses has been irking me for a while though I am fully aware it doesn’t amount to anything at all. Is it because I’m the only one reblogging my contents? I suppose.

I might stop writing like this. I am aware my shallowness and insecurity is getting the best of me but I would rather stay content with five people enthusiastically reading my works and looking forward to it than wholeheartedly wait for one response and getting none just because I am not in some sort of bandwagon.

DISCLAIMER: this is just me, admin Ayu, complaining. The other admins have nothing to do with it.

EDITED: I am not blaming anyone or holding anyone responsible. Things were supposed to be this way, designed by God. So in no way am I blaming ANYONE. I hope no one takes it personally. I am sorry if I unintentionally hurt anyone, that is the least of my motives, if I have any at all, that is.

I’ll Make Your Heart Beat Faster

Summary: Based off that time Dan and Phil did the glow-in-the-dark paint challenge (on BBC radio show) which Dan described as “erotic”. They go home and try to help each other wash off the paint…but some bottled up feelings get in the way.

note if you don’t know which D vs P challenge I mean, go watch it. Now. srsly it’s the best thing ever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13Deo85WhMU

Warnings: Like two swears I think and a sprinkle of smuttiness but nothing else really

Wordlength: about 2k (2019 to be exact)

Disclaimer: I doughnut own Dan and Phil. sorry fo da lame pun couldn’t resist

this is my very first phanfic (i’ve written other fanfictions just not about danny and philly) so don’t be too harsh on me! but also please please let me know what I can improve and whatnot. Enjoy! :)

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Matchmaker_El Diablo x Reader

Anon asked: Reader having a Low key crush on el Diablo and him having a crush too, then the squad finds out and tries to pair them. Just wonder if you could, even if it’s not the most nice idea (: thanks I love your blog!

Here we go….

Disclaimer. I own nothing but the plot.

Warnings: Alcohol use.

WC: 651

Originally posted by therisingalleria

“What’cha lookin’ at Y/N?” Harley chirped, startling you

“What? Nothing.” You quipped trying, and failing, to hide your blush.

“Liar. You were looking at hot stuff again weren’t ya?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh. My. God! You like him! I knew it!”

“Oi! Keep it down.” You scolded.

“I’m totally getting’ you two together!” She squealed

“Harley…” you whined as she skipped away.

               Over the next week of the mission everyone starting acting differently towards you and Chato, even the American Flag.  You were assigned guard duty together during sown time you two were almost always left alone together. It’s not like either of you minded though, you got along fine. You knew she had gotten Flag to take part. Her plan wasn’t very effective until the last day before extraction. The mission was a success to her and Floyd had looted the ground zero ghost town of every drop of liquor. Everyone got at least a little tipsy save for Diablo who refused to touch the stuff. Within an hour of getting completely wasted yourself, everyone made an excuse to turn in for the night. For a little bit you two just sat in thick silence.

“You know what’s been up with everyone?” He asked.

“S’ Harley’s plan.” You said, slurring slightly. “Sh’ ships us.”

He raised a hypothetical eyebrow at you.

“Sh’ found out I like ya. Now she’s tryin’ta get us together.”

He almost looked amused but with the dark lighting and his tattoos it was hard to tell. It took a while for your alcohol heavy brain to figure out what you said, but when it did your face was easily as red as a tomato.

“Shit, why am I like this?” you covered your face with your hands. “M’ sorry. I’ll jus’ go…”

You were about to walk away when he spoke up. Lawton said something to me the other day. I thought it was just a brother messing with me.” You stopped. “After what happened with… After what happened I never thought you’d like me back.”

The moment of confessions and cuteness would have been a ton more romantic if you weren’t drunk.  You tried to spin around to look at him, the result was a dizzy spell that caused you to fall flat on your bum.

Chato chuckled “Maybe we try this again when you’re sober.”

You mumbled out something along the lines of “Yeah maybe” before you felt him pick you up and start towards your tent. You didn’t even make the hundred feet there before you fell asleep.

~The Next Morning~

Hangovers Suck. Waking up with the equivalent of jack hammer in your skull and knives in your eye sockets was not exactly in your plans for the day. You made a mental vow, which would probably be ignored, to not drink as much next time. You groaned rather loudly and tried to sit up. Key word: Tried. A warm heavily inked arm was wrapped around your waist comfortably. It was after you gave up and flopped down that the started to stir.

“Mornin’” you croaked

He mumbled something similar and you rolled over to look at him.

“So now that I’m sober, with an absolutely terrible hangover, I think I should do something like this” without giving yourself time to chicken out you shifted forward and gently brushed your lips against his. With some newfound confidence you gave him a sloppy kiss. He froze up for a moment before he kissed you back. You could practically feel all the fears and insecurities he had melting away. You pulled away and giggled at the sleepy half smile on his face. You were about to kiss him again when Harley’s grating voice broke the silence.

“I told you I could get them together! You owe me $20 Tatsu!”

“Shut the fuck up Quinzel!” You groaned loudly, making Chato chuckle.


Mileven at the Snow Ball (Big Fic)

By Strangerthingsaus

(disclaimer: I never write stories, I know nothing about how to do this, please forgive me)

Mike looked at his watch to see 5:34pm on the screen. He was sitting at home on the couch, his knee jumping up and down quickly from nerves. This was it, the night he hoped for and dreamed of for months. His suit felt like it was suffocating him as his nerves kept growing the more the minutes went by. He looked over to see his father on his La-Z-boy passed out with the newspaper on his chest. That’s all his dad ever seemed to do lately, just sleep and ignore all that had happened to the boys and especially El. He looked back down at his watch, 5:37pm. Three minutes left.

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tips on drawing faces for an anon!! i’d like to disclaim that i’m only 15 and have no professional experience, and a lot of my process is internalized and generally instinct, so these tips don’t quite exactly resemble or represent what the rest of my faces look like. i generally barely use guidelines anymore, but when i do this is what i do !! i’m so sorry if i couldn’t be more useful, but something is better than nothing! :)

please click on the images for a bigger view, i guarantee that they will be easier to view that way ! :)

here’s my eye tutorial! 

eren is blind, im sorry universe

okay so let me tell you about this thing skyfireflies and i were talking about today

backstory: eren is blind and jean is the dude in his class assigned to help him get around sometimes. jean approaches this like, ok, well, i should be nice to the blind guy, but it’s hard because eren is his usual annoying self. for e.g. he rages at mikasa whenever she tries to baby him. (she’s just trying to help, eren. jeez.) and so they end up having a good-bad relationship–they’re always arguing and fighting with each other but it kind of makes them close too. like. jean can make these totally un-PC blind jokes and eren laughs at them. that kind of thing.

anyway. one day eren decides he wants to know what jean looks like. so he gets armin to explain. and armin explains really well. maybe too well. also mentions that he is kind of handsome. and eren is like OH NO why does he have to be hot. (wait. what does that even mean.)

then one day he asks jean to let him touch his face so he can “see” It and YES THIS WAS JUST AN EXCUSE TO WRITE GENTLE FACE TOUCHING I ADMIT IT

quick disclaimer: I am not blind. Hopefully nothing about my representation of blindness here is offensive but if it is, please educate me. :)


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