don't let me go on reading

“it’s a bit impossible to forget about the boy who traces the constellations in the sky“ 

- @seung-vi / inkingbrushes 

I know you're tired.

I know you’re sick of it.
I know you want to give up.
I know you hate everything and just want to leave.
I know you think that this may be the last thing you read.
But please, don’t give up.
You are loved.
I care. I will listen. DM me if you need it.
Don’t let your thoughts overtake you.
Don’t let their words make you weak.
Don’t let YOUR GRADES define you.
YOU are confident. You are beautiful/handsome
I believe in you.
You CAN and you WILL.

I spent the last few years writing about someone I cannot to have, and no matter how much I wanted to send those love letters off, I couldn’t. So, for anyone who’s reading this, I really hope that you don’t have to love in silence.

-It really sucks.



Grimmjow and Ichigo’s co-inhabitance adventures! Because I keep thinking of stupid scenarios and they won’t go away until I draw them.

A few more doodles under the Read More

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I don’t mean to sound petty or bitter writing this.. I just want to get it out of my system. everybody laughs and shows me shit about my ex, my ex of two and a half years. my first love (in theory at least? so I thought). I always told myself I would respect my exes if we ever fell out but man. I don’t think people understand that she ripped my heart to shreds completely. being in a toxic relationship does really does take a toll on you, physically and mentally. I spent years trying to please this girl making sure I still had her full attention, begging for reassurance practically the whole relationship. crying for days at a time wondering what I could do to make it better between us. don’t let cute pictures fool you because what we had was toxic. it was one sided. she left me multiple times and crawled back to me if I ever had anybody else, manipulating me to the point where I was a damn puppet of hers. she was interested in somebody else, cheating on me for months and I gave her and that other person rides..brought them food..hungout with them for days at a time.. let them go to raves together. I was a fool to think that girl was right for me. I was a fool to think somebody so heartless and cruel was perfect for me. people show me who she is talking to now and what she says about me and I can’t help but cringe. I cringe at how bad I feel for the next person and cringe at how this girl left me as if our whole relationship was nothing. I see friends and acquaintances of mine encourage her behavior and act as if it’s normal but it’s not. this all happened a month no means do I want her back at all..but am I that insignificant? am I that easy to forget?


I can’t tear my eyes away from the Sherlock tags. It’s like watching a storm brewing on the horizon and coming closer each day. Its wind might blow this way, or it might blow that way… either way it’s going to be a big one.

I Love You

There’s a lot of hate in the world right now. There always has been, but it seems to be running rampant right now, and I can’t tell if that’s because more people are paying attention to the news and more things are being reported or if it’s just a really terrible time for a lot of people right now. But either way, there are a lot of people that have to live with and are affected by this hate, and to you I want to say that I’m sorry and I love you.

Sorry’s don’t help, I know. “Keeping you in my thoughts” won’t help you deal with the loss of a loved one or the fear of being targeted because of your appearance. I’m not the easiest person to talk to, and I doubt there’s anything I’d be able to say to make you feel better if you did try to talk to me, but I’m here for you if you need me.

You’re strong. You’re beautiful/handsome/amazing. You matter. You can’t stop terrible people from doing terrible things, you may fear for your life based on decisions your government makes, and you may even have to fear celebrating with friends/family/your country because one person could decide to ruin it. But you can’t let that fear control you; you deserve all the happiness in the world and you shouldn’t let anyone keep you from achieving that. But please, stay safe, protect the people you love, and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of the things you deserve, whether that be happiness, compassion, love, or respect.

I love you all~

Malec AU where Magnus is internet famous dancer who shares his wild life and his magnificent himself through instagram and youtube videos on his channel. Alec studies english language and literature at university, wears only black and is the strong, silent type. One day, they meet through Izzy who is Magnus’ fan #1. Magnus immediately falls in love with that tall dark and handsome man with beautiful smile and snarky comments. Alec is not impressed but in fact is impressed a lot and only playing hard to get. But as everyone knows, Magnus Bane loves a challenge.

There was a time I would have done nearly anything for you.
We outgrew each other in angry, uncoordinated ways
and I am sorry for that

but I’m still not putting down your pieces.
I’m not sure I even know how to let you go.
You’ve cut me loose like kite strings.
I am stuck on the ground with this mess
and your angry, pent up words resonating in my head.
You said: “most days I pity you more than I love you.”

I just love you.

—  from “honeybee” by trista mateer

I’ve always been kind of bothered by that hypermasculine trope where the father has to threaten or be stern with the daughter’s boyfriend, even if it’s joking. Like “don’t hurt my daughter or I’ll ______”

And tbh, it kinda surprises me when people paint Tom in that light because I feel like that’s the last thing he’d tell Adrien. 

He’d sooner get down on his knees, thank God, collect his winnings from his wife because he knew Adrien would ask his daughter out this week, give them money to go on a date, and say that they’re not allowed back before 10pm because “I’ve been waiting for this day for years, please go show my daughter a good time, make her happy, it’s all I want.”

Well, I guess I would be letting myself and the 12 year olds down if I didn’t have a little comment on the Sherlock Shenanigans tonight.

I just read the VOX article instead of watching it (I’d link it but I’m lazy, go find it thought, it’s really good and gives you all the spoilers with excellent points).

If this is the end of the series, I couldn’t be more disappointed. I am not going to lie, season one and two of Sherlock are some of my favorite episodes of television ever. I say this having rewatched them recently, so it’s not just hazy fandom nostalgia influencing me here. Are there problems? Yeah, especially with the female characters involved, but for the most part they are super fun and a really neat adaptation of the original Holmes stories, which I have treasured for a long time.

I’m just gonna focus on season 4 here but things have been on the down for me ever since season 3, because they broke the case format. I know procedurals get boring and all that, but there is a balance between personal exploits and fun crazy mystery solving.

Season four was nothing  but fanservice and lies. Lies that Moriarty was back, something that actually got me to watch the series opener like a goddamn idiot, and then it turns out that (spoilers if you care) it was all Sherlock’s lost sister using pre-recorded clips of him (this was the first of several what the fuck moments I had reading tonight’s episode). Fanservice about pirates and dogs and Sherlock interacting with babies, and the usual will they/won’t they tension with Watson even though we have been assured many many MANY MANY times that they in fact will not.

This is nothing new. We never found out how Sherlock survived, we never see any consequences for his straight up murder of Magnussen, and Moriarty explicity says “I’m back bitches” and then oh noooooo he’s still dead, and it’s all a crazy sister whose entire narrative only serves to torture Sherlock, just as Molly’s entire narrative is to hopelessly idolize him until she gets tossed like a ragdoll, how Irene’s whole narrative was to be his equal, but how could she when she’s a slut? Like how Mary’s whole narrative was to drive Sherlock and Watson apart and “ruin all the fun” (I’m not gonna deny that she really did do that). 

The whole sister thing is the biggest plot twist though: It turns out Sherlock was a soap opera the whole time! That was the literally the dumbest thing I’d ever heard of in my life. There was practically no build up to any of that besides her whole Master of Disguise thing, not in previous seasons. If this is where the story was always heading, it feels, frankly, like a rip off. 

And then the curveball comes out of nowhere that this might be the last series of the show, which just makes the whole thing even worse. I honestly feel that the series might stand an honest chance of returning to the fun of the first two seasons  at this point. Even though all the emotional fallout of the last two seasons was never, and probably will never, be resolved, I would deal with it to get back to genuinely fun episodes of crime solving television. Seriously, John Watson becomes a widowed father, sees Sherlock go through addiction AGAIN (I cannot fathom the way they dealt with this plotpoint, it was beyond bananas), and has a gun at his head again at the end of this episode. None of that will ever be dealt with. The baby might as well be non-existant (left in the care of the equally invisible Molly), and the Baker Street boys will continue to be somewhat gay, now that they’re free of that fucking nag Mary, and they’re just guys doing dude stuff and being cool. 

But I would take it if it meant that we could have an hour and a half of fun. zany, crime shenangicns, and not this self aware fan service bullshit that thinks that it is way smarter than it ever was to begin with. 

As storytellers, you have an obligation to finish your story, so says John Green. Mofftiss need to stop the bullshit, because they probably just permanently sunk Sherlock.

The Rabbit is Out of The Hat! {Fluff}

 Hello cookies! This is a Halloween themed oneshot I’ve been working on! But anyways let me get to the point. There are going to be 5 couple in this whole story, so it’s not just one shipping, but it will be based mainly one one shipping which we all know is Brohm. The couples are: H2OVanoss, Terrornuckel, Minicat, Daithi De Calibre, and Basically & Droidd but they’re best friends. Now That is settled, LET’S BEGIN~!  ~Deluct~ (Happy Early Halloween!)


 It was a spooky night, and all was out for a simple fright. We have our favorite friends gathered at the Wrecker residence. With Delirious, Vanoss, Basically, Nogla, Lui, Wildcat, Droidd, Mini, Moo, and Terroriser were there, even Bryce. They planned on having a good night of trick-or-treating and a party, which Delirious said it was going to be the ‘shit’.
 "What do you mean you’re not coming?!“
 "I’m sorry Delirious, but I have other things to do. I’ll tell you this….If I finish early, I’ll come over okay?”
 "Alright, see you then man.“ Delirious hung up his phone, setting it down on the coffee table.
 "So is Cartoonz coming over or no?” Evan asked him. Both him and Delirious were playing some Mario Kart before Cartoonz called. Evan was dressed as his GTA character “Bat-Owl,” while Jonathan was dressed as the Trapper from Dead By Daylight, but with his custom skin.
 "Nah, but he’ll probably  show up if he finishes up whatever he’s doing,“ Delirious replied back before starting up the game again.
 "Seriously though, just imagine a random dude showing up in the bathroom stall every time you went to go grab the toilet paper, wouldn’t that scare the living shit out of you?”
 "That would be disturbing, Tyler. Like you would be finishing your shit, then reach out for the toilet paper and he would appear! Making you shit again! *laughs*
 "Exactly!” Wildcat replied back to Mini, they were sitting outside on the porch. Tyler was dressed as his GTA character, but it was pimped out, and Craig was dressed as Mario. Suddenly, they heard a loud clank besides the porch, and Mini jumped while Wildcat stood up quickly. “WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?!” Yelled Wildcat. Both of them heard snickering then laughter as Moo and Terroriser walked out in front of them.
 "Goddammit!“ Craig slapped the arm of the porch bench.
 "Aw! You two should’ve seen the looks on your faces! Priceless!” Brian laughed even harder; Brock snorted. Moo was dressed as Link but more of a Toon Link and Terroriser….Well…He was dressed as Terminator, Delirious had begged and begged him.
 "Oh shut the fuck up, fuccbois!“ Tyler yelled at them.
 "Droidd there is no fucking way that’s possible!”
 "Yes it is Marcel!“ Droidd argued back. Droidd and Marcel were arguing on a random subject that no one knows about. Basically was dressed as Finn The Human (Gmod), while Droidd…..No one knew exactly, but he was just random.
 "Are you guys ready yet?”
 "No! Me and Bryce will be down soon!“ Ohm called back to Nogla.
 "What was that Nogla? Just that silent 'Are you guys ready?’ It sounded like a mouse!” Lui laughed, mocking Nogla.
 "Hey don’t be mean man!“ Nogla softly replied back. Nogla was dressed as Zoidburg (Gmod) and Lui dressed as his GTA character as well. Lui didn’t know what to dress as, so he copied Vanoss and Wildcat.
 "Brycey! Are you finished?” Ohm softly knocked on the door and asked. Ryan was dressed as a magician, his beard nicely trimmed, and a top hat that sat on his head. He didn’t know what Bryce was gonna be because he would always say 'It’s a secret!’ or 'Not now!’
  Bryce looked at himself in the mirror and blushed. He was dressed as a playboy bunny with white stockings and black heels; also with blond bunny ears and tail to match. Bryce didn’t really plan on trick-or-treating, but he promised the guys he would walk around with them. So Bryce decided to look good for the occasion and wanted to match with Ryan. Sadly, he didn’t have a magician costume as well, so decided to dress up like a bunny you would see; getting pulled out of a hat.
 "Bryce, the guys are gonna leave without us. I told them we’ll catch up, is that okay?“ Ohm asked again.
 "Yeah! That’s fine!” Bryce said. He gave himself one last look in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. “How do I look?”
 Ryan turned around, finally seeing Bryce. His jaw dropped and eyes widened. Ohm thought Bryce looked cute and especially hot, he felt heat rise to cheeks.
 "Y-you look good. Really good,” Ohm stated, making Bryce blush even deeper.
 "Uh, thanks.“ A heavy silence filled the room, making it awkward for the both of them. Suddenly, an idea popped into Ohm’s head, and he smirked. "Ryan, why are you smirking?”
 "Oh no reason~!“ Ohm quickly walked up to Bryce and pinned him to the wall.Bryce gasped loudly, his breathing becoming shallow. Ryan kissed him hard on the lips, one of his hands moving down to Bryce’s waist. Bryce moaned into the kiss and started to squirm, wanting to get out of his grasp. They pulled apart, gasping for air.
 "Ryan…..Let me go, we’re going to be late,” Bryce panted out, squirming even more.
 "Oh you’re not gonna get off the hook the easily…Now, isn’t there a better way to ask?“ Ohm teased.
 "Let me go.”
 "Come on, you know better than that Brycey~!“
 ” *Sigh* Daddy…Please let me go.“ Bryce whined, his knees bucked slightly.
 "Are you going to listen?”
 "Then who do you belong to?”
 "And who are you only going to listen to?”
 "Only y-you, Daddy.“
 "That’s right baby.” Ryan replied before they both heard a snort in the doorway. Instantly, Ohm let go of Bryce and Bryce quickly stood up straight; the gang was there with weird faces.
 "H-how long have you guys been standing there?“ Bryce stuttered.
 "Long enough for me to arrive!” Cartoonz squeezed his way into the room, placing a hand on Ohm’s shoulder. “So daddy~, huh?”
 "Shut up.“
 "Aw~! Don’t be like that Ohm,” Delirious joined in on the fun. Everyone started laughing beside Bryce and Ryan.
 "At least I don’t scream to the whole world 'I’m going to cum’!“ Bryce roasted Delirious.
 "S-shut up!” Delirious stuttered and Evan just blushed, laughing even harder.
 "Alright, alright everybody! Let’s get going,“ Cartoonz pushed everyone, even Ohm and Bryce, outside of the room.
—————————–Extra Ending~!——————————-
 Ohm watched as the guys made their way up to the door, with the children, to get candy. Him and Bryce were standing on the sidewalk waiting.
 "Hey Bryce?“
 "Yeah Ohm?”
 "After this, you wanna see a few tricks?“
 "What do you mean 'a few’ tricks?”
 "You know…The one where the magician pulls the rabbit out of the hat.“ Ryan purred, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Bryce lightly blushed and rolled his eyes.
 "Sounds great.”

Me: I can totally start a book and take my time reading it, what’s the need to obsess? And I’m so busy, really… and sleep is so important…

Also me: Read until 2am you won’t regret it

How to write your book step 167

You can’t please everyone. 

You cannot write a book that will please everyone. This is why sharing your work is so hard. Letting people read your writing, will always be intimidating and feel intrinsically personal. What you have to realise is that no matter how good or how bad your book might be, there will always be people who love it and people who hate it.  

There will always be people who are better writers than you are and there will always be people who are lesser writers than you are. You might be brilliant to some and nothing to others. This is okay. This is more than okay, this is good.  All you have to do, is write something for yourself, then let it out there and soon you can be assured there are other people out there who are like you. You are not alone. No matter how strange or out there or boring your book is, if it relates to you, it will relate to some others as well. Do not expect everyone to love your work, and do not be disappointed by haters. 

my biggest fear in life is that by the time I finally get the money to go to playlist live or vidcon, dan and phil will have stopped doing youtube

Look, I know there’s a lot of controversy over the bible and stuff but I’ve honestly never encountered someone more relatable than my man Job here.

I still like you. Tell me you do not like me, and maybe it would hurt enough that I would let go. I am not sure.
—  10:34pm thoughts// actually, no, I’m not fine and certainly not okay
Colors (part 1/?) Joshua Hong

A/N:……Look, before you read just let me say, I have no idea what happened to me to write this, but I’m kinda proud of this?? And It’s going to be a series which is new to me ???

So far I think it’ll be fluff so…..yea ENJOY.

A plain white canvas wasn’t interesting to look at. It was plain, colorless and out right boring.

A plain canvas doesn’t even get a second glance. A plain canvas will never be interesting to look at,no one would want to look at it.

It has nothing.

Just white and blank.

But only when A splash of color is added will it be noticed, will it be interesting. The more color you add the more eye catching it becomes and eventually it will create an image.

An image that people might want to see. 

An image the creator would be proud of would get the most attention.

But canvas doesn’t always mean it will be a plain old a piece of paper, it could also mean a person.

Someone who doesn’t even know their own color. Someone who’s either too afraid to add a bit of color to their world or someone who just has never experienced the feeling of being filled with color.

It happens a lot, a lot of people often ignore the chance of being splashed with color and avoid it as best as they can because they’re too afraid to show them, scared of being rejected for who they really are.

But also being afraid of being accepted, cause once you are you never want to let go of them, but once they leave, you end up hurt. 


Shattered into pieces.

But at one point or another you’re going to have to let your colors flow out the sooner you do the better you feel, you’re being more true to yourself and you accept the fact that your a bit different than others.

Being ignored, no one even bothered to look in your direction.

You’re plain, a blank canvas, nothing interesting. 

Lacking color.

Always alone,alone in the back of the classroom, no one bothering to even make sure your present.

From where you always are, everyday sitting in the same place, looking observing everyone with their own color.

Every shade of every color surrounding everything.

Everything, but you.

You might as well be non existent.

You’re lonely, wanting to be noticed, to be talked to, to have friends and maybe even eventually fall in love.

But…for you that’s impossible, cause you’re a blank canvas.

A canvas with no color, not even a soft sketch of images made with a pencil. 

Nothing is on the canvas.

You’re a canvas needing to be colored, painted, sketched.

Is it too much to ask to have even just a small dot of color?

Asking yourself that everyday of every hour, minute and second.

But never getting an answer.

Not being able to bare anymore of this room full of colorful people you stood up, barely making any noise, making your way out of the classroom.

Walking with  your head down low, hair covering your eyes, and your face emotionless.

Laughter, giggles and chatter willed the hallway. 

Even they had colors. Brilliant shades of yellow and green, the colors of happiness and glee were clouding your sight of vision.

Not daring to race your head and heading straight towards the stairs that lead to the library.

No one was usually there.

It was quiet and big, shelves filled with many books.

Stories of all kind, stories of people without color getting they’re own color.

People falling in love, tragic deaths and so much more.

Never getting enough of the amazing stories with beautifully worded sentences. Each line elegant and continuing the story, with each line comes the end of the story closer.

You never get tired of them.

coming face to face with the big wooden doors to the room filled with endless shelves of literature you took hold of the handles you opened the door.

The room was big, filled with shelves and tables. Room was filled with all shades of browns and rusty reds. No bright colors, just soft browns and rusty reds.

The smell of the old and new books filled your nose, you always enjoyed that smell.

Face still missing any signs of emotion, you made your way to the self you had left of at last time. Picking out the next book to read and heading to the usual place you sat at.

Between two shelves in that back, on the padded window seat with a few pillows. You could even see if someone came into the library you could see the wooden doors so clearly from where you were.

And it was a place only you knew of. 

You’re own special place to forget everything and just read.

You could hear the bell ring to class, but there was no need to go.

Cause no one would even notice that you’re gone.

Opening the book to the first page you immersed yourself into the story.

And before you knew it the school day had ended. 

Looking up towards the wooden doors into the library just in time to see them open to reveal a figure of a man overflowing with colors.

So many rich and beautiful colors were surrounding him, it was mesmerizing and you couldn’t look away.

From the ends of hair to the heals of his feet he was overflowing with the colors, the canvas was filled with color. No spot was left blank.

Before you knew it you were on your feet and in the man’s sight of view.

Locking eyes, you were shocked making you’re eyes go wide.

  Seeing your reaction he chuckled softly and smiled, with both his eyes and lips.

“ You’re (y/n) right?”

To Be Continued…