first of all i am SO SORRY

Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-


“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Dating and having sex with Loki would include:

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Request: The ‘being stark’s daughter and dating loki’ was so good. Could you please do a dating and sex with Loki one? I need mooaaarrr lokkkkiiii

Warning: NSFW eheheh

A/N: First of all, thanks hun! *heart eyes* Second and third of all, I’m so sorry I am so late, and that I never made more Loki headcanons! WHAT A SHAME. 


  • The first time you meet Loki he’s a total asshole.
    • You don’t like him. You even avoid him.
    • Especially when he starts playing pranks on everyone and since you once expressed your disdain for the prince, he likes to annoy you with his magic.
    • “Could you please stop with your childish games? It’s not funny anymore!” - “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lady.”
  • One of his pranks hurts you badly and makes you cry in front of everyone. Humiliated you run away, hiding.
    • Thor telling Loki that he went to far and that he’s very dissappointed in him.
    • Loki being very angry at Thor.
  • Loki feeling guilty and seeking you out to apologize for his behaviour.
  • You talking about the incident and in the end you accept his apology as long as he doesn’t pull any pranks on you ever again. And instead of pranking you, he takes you with him and shows you how he pranks the others. After some time you start having fun together.
  • Turning out Loki is not that bad. 
  • After being friends for some time Loki asks you out. He’s sure you are his match and worthy of being his Queen.
  • First date? Pranks and Loki showing you his favourite balcon to watch the stars.
  • Hiding your relationship but Thor confronting Loki, grinning brightly because he knows the truth about the two of you.
    • How did you know?”
    • “You’re smiling all the time, brother. The others are frightened.”
  • Going on walks together. Sometimes you take your horses with you.
  • You reading your favourite books to Loki. 
  • Loki teaching you the basics of magic.
  • Slapping Loki‘s ass when no ones looking.
  • Cuddling.
  • Since you‘re patching Loki up all the time, you hit comfort zone pretty fast.
    • Not shaving legs for two months? No problem.
    • Walking around almost completly naked? Pff, why not.
    • Loki not giving a fuck if he smells bad after a mission. Him still crawling next to you in bed.
    • Sharing secrets. 
  • You being the adult for the both of you. 


  • First time.
    • Him being the nervous one since he doesn’t want to dissappoint you.
    • Him not even being close to dissappointing you.
    • Your first time is very slow, partly awkward due to his nervousity, but it’s still the best first time you ever had with someone. 
  • Foreplay.
    • Massages.
      • You biting his ass when it’s your turn to massage his back.
    • Slow and hot kisses all over your bodies.
    • Bitting and nibbling.
    • Leaving hickeys.
    • Paying attention to your nipples.
    • Him playing with your breasts.
    • Dry humping and slipping your hand into his pants.
    • Handjobs/fingering.
  • Oral sex.
    • Oh boy, you have Loki wrapped around your little finger when you do that thing with your tongue and fingers. He loves kissing you afterwards.
    • Before Loki dives in, he likes to tease your tighs with kisses and licks.
  • Making love.
    • Spooning. Loki kissing your neck while touching your most sensitive area tenderly.
    • Bathtube sex. 
    • Eye contact.
    • Him moaning and groaning into your ear because it turns you so much on.
    • Sweet anal sex.
    • I’m-so-sorry-please-forgive-me-sex.
  • The look he’s giving you when he finds out you’re kinky is priceless. 
    • Loki being proud of himself when he fucks your mind into oblivion.
    • Especially when you lay on his bed, legs still partly spread, him all over your body.
  • Rough sex.
    • Angry make up sex after a bad fight.
    • Handcuffs, blindfolds and gags.
    • Light choking.
    • You can turn every position into a rough kinky fucking position.
    • Hair pulling on both sides.
  • Quickies in the morning and before Loki has to leave you.

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Heart Trouble: Chapter 2

A/N: Delayed.

Please sue me if you’d like… I am soooooo sorry. I know, I’m a horrible person.

But first, do join me in screaming…


Khazumi pulled herself together!!!

Not that I meant to be messed up and all, but my past month was just.. ugh… but anywhooooo… on to the story!

Btw, thanks for nearly 500 follows! (T-T) Maybe this should have been a 500-follower fic… Thank you all so much for the support and patience!!! I’m so happy to have such nice people as you be part of my experience as a writer! You all are my inspiration!

Also, some facts might be wrong xD I did my research randomly and some discoveries late xD. Sooooo… forgive those.

So… I chose this end out of 4. I’ll post the alternate ones in one go maybe. Or maybe not. The alternate ones are either happier or sadder so let’s see how that goes… but for now, I chose the first thing, the original thought I had in mind, which is this.

I REALLY want to make you guys cry… Is that bad? I don’t think I’d be successful tho… : (

But I think I did badly on this… it seems too strewn about and confusing… sorry if it’s not good… my bad…

@hermaeu5mora @r-lon @melphis-amekia @tortaki @laulink @utsuho @silverteresa @emutant @fatedestiny @croissantrose71 @mrs-kagari since I think you guys need to see this first after waiting on me so long!


~Shintori Khazumi




“You can’t love me.”


“Because I don’t care.”


She cared too much. But there was a fact they both had to consider. One she realized, and one Akko was about to know.

“I just wanted to tell you, you know. It’s not like I expect something back. I just didn’t want to have regrets when I left.”

“That’s exactly why.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t tell me you love me and leave me behind.” Diana looked into her eyes, silently admitting to herself that there was a possibility to her returning these feeling, her gaze intense, compelling, yet kind. “I don’t want to love you back if you’re already dead. So you can’t tell me that if you’re not going to live for me.”


“Diana… I’m sorry.”

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Hello all!

I’m so sorry for the delay in coming back. 

I know I was supposed to return on Monday, but I had a full day of interviews and I was not feeling well enough to catch up when I returned. It’s been a much harder recovery than I anticipated, so I am truly sorry for the delays. I really didn’t expect to be away for so long. I wouldn’t have left in the first place if I didn’t have to. It was really bad timing for an injury :/ 

But, I am finally back! 

I will be working to get TFSN back on track, so hopefully everything will be 100% by the end of the week. The queue will be running again soon—I will go back and make sure to reblog EVERYTHING in the tag that I’ve missed, so your works will be on the blog (don’t worry!). I will also be putting up all the new challenges, prompts, events, etc. that I didn’t get to before I left, plus new things! Also, of course, answering any asks and messages I missed. We still have months left of EvB, so I hope we will be able to make up for lost time :) 

I really appreciate you guys being so understanding and wonderful about me being away. It means a lot to me. I’ve very excited to be back though, and get things chugging along again.


happy birthday to.. me! haha uh its kind of a birthday tradition of mine to draw whatever i feel like no matter how little sense it makes lmao anyway here are yuuri and victor in kinda matchy KotOR star wars robes!! its very late!!! this is not an au dont @ me victor would never work for the jedi he is good and i trust him okay im leaving now bed time

123. The houses all respond to a member coming out as LGBTQ+ differently:


  •  "Wait, you’re not straight" “Nope,” “Haha, nice”
  • Basically every month is pride month in the Gryffindor house
  • “Yo, do you know my aunt? She’s lesbian,” “Do-do you think everyone in the LGBTQ+ community know each other?” “Well, yeah that’s how it works right?” “I-no!”
  • A lot of the wizard-raised ones just kinda don’t get labels so whenever they introduce they also include identities
  • “This is Sarah, she is muggle born, from London, and she is like, super bi so there ya go,“
  • Always wanting to find out more about it
  • “So how do you like… like when you… you know… what’s it like?” “Stop asking.”
  • Are the first to say if they’re questioning


  • “I’m gay,“ “Well, I suppose we all are a little gay, am I right or am I right?” 
  • Lots of hugs and squeaks when they find out because they are so proud of you for coming out 
  • Rainbow pride flags all around the common room (With their other civil rights posters)
  • Sometimes they all wear rainbow stickers or rainbow glitter on their faces 
  • “I’m so happy you are pansexual,” “Why?” “Because!! You are being you!! And I love that and I love you and hell yeah for expressing yourself!!” 
  • While introducing the first years: “So here is the famous Hufflepuff common room. Here we have the Hufflegays,” 
  • This is followed by cheers from the LGBTQ+ students 


  • “I’m not straight,” “Yeah, no kidding,” “Wait, you know?” “Yeah, we knew this whole time, it was pretty obvious.” 
  • No one dares say being LGBTQ+ is the new trend because last time someone said that to Ravenclaw, they threw down. 
  • “Oh really, Sharon? It’s a new trend? Well according to my resources in 1971, July 1st, the United Kingdom had a magazine called International Times that made personal ads for gay men. That same year, November 1st, Canada’s first gay rights magazine came out. It was called The Body Politic. So I am sorry, Sharon, that we, as a society, have progressed so that now more people can open about their sexuality. I really do apologize.“ 
  • This house actually has the most LGBTQ+ students. 
  • &
  • They always march in pride parades during the summer 
  • •Doesn’t treat you any differently because of your sexuality because really, who cares? 
  • Rewriting rewritten history


  • "I’m bisexual” “Aren’t we all?" 
  • God bless the person who insults a member of Slytherin for being LGBTQ+ because when it comes to revenge, Slytherin is ruthless. 
  • Things get real interesting with the hexes… 
  •  "I’m gay” “My dog’s gay,” “That’s cool how do you know?” He told me” “Nice,“ 
  • Has a "Queer Wizard Club” open to all 
  • Pureblood Grandparents: "I too was gay back in my day…“ 
  • I mean all your historic faves are 
  • Honestly, the LGBTQ+ members in Slytherin kick ass so the straight members don’t even care about the others sexuality, they just want to see how ambitious/cunning you are
  • "How much do you want to bet that Salazar Slytherin was gay?” “Yeah, gay for Gryffindor," 
  • If your parents are against your sexuality and emotionally or physically abuse you in any way, you are always welcome to stay at another Slytherin’s house over the break

requested by @hannahpanda04

More Than Survive [pitched down]
Be More Chill - Joe Iconis/Tracz
More Than Survive [pitched down]

So I was fiddling around in audacity

And I was like “hmmm what will Jeremy sound like once his balls drop”

so I pitched down More Than Survive by 5%

and oh


can I just say holy fucking shit

you have to listen to this it’s a gift to humanity

the difference may not hit you at first but just keep going because it’s worth it

Michael’s voice gets fucked though (he just doesn’t pitch down well) and I am so sorry for that but it’s actually kinda funny

EDIT: wow this got an awesome response pretty quickly so if you liked this here’s The Squip Song pitched down 

DOUBLE EDIT: this one goes out to all the people who want to fuck the squip and all the ones like me who kinkshame them because honestly

after listening to a pitched down version of be more chill part 1

I kinda see where you squip fuckers are coming from

and so the kinkshamer becomes the kinshamee

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

an open letter to my body:

dear eyes,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking that the deep brown curious hue of your essence was every anything less than magical.
i’m sorry that my entire life your every cell has worked to let me see the beauty in the world, and all I’ve ever done is put you down.
and they say that you never know how beautiful brown eyes are until you’ve loved someone who has them,
but I should’ve loved myself first.
and for that I am sorry.

dear hair,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for every time I resented the way you refuse to stay put, for believing that the best way to love you was to tame you.
i’m sorry for every time I drew hatred from your tangled tendencies, for every time I wanted to chop you down with an axe simply so that you were out of the way.
you are the part of me that dances in the wind, the part of me that grows fiercely and unapologetically.
and they say that if you love something you should leave it wild.
i’m sorry for not leaving you wild.

dear breasts,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry because you and I have fought a long, hard battle to get to where we are today.
i’m sorry for all the times I wished you were bigger, smaller, less saggy, more perky, more even, less loud.
you are the very essence of my womanhood, something that is fierce and tender and strong and brave and everything I take pride in.
i’m so sorry I ever treated you like anything less.

dear shoulders,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry that I hid you behind long sleeves and shame for all these years.
i’m sorry that something as small and insignificant as acne could make me forget your worth.
i’m sorry for every time i stood with you hunched over instead of standing tall with pride, because the scars that you carry are constellations,
and you are as big and ethereal as the sky.

dear thighs,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for believing that you carried too much weight, that you were ever too large to be beautiful or sexy or wanted.
you are a mountain landscape,
protecting the valley inside with all your might and standing strong in the face of hurricanes.
you are so much more than I ever gave you credit for, and I should have wanted you all along.

dear feet,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking you are anything less than resilient.
you have carried me to every point in my life, every up and down.
you have picked me up from every failure and the depths of hell itself.
you have never given up, even when I thought that I might.
you have stepped on glass and walked through fire to get me to where I am today, and I am forever grateful.

dear tummy,
I am so, so sorry.
i am sorry and ashamed for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I thought you were not good enough,
I am sorry for every time I compared you, beat you down, sucked you in, tried to hide you.
I am sorry for every single time I even considered starving you.
you are where I felt the butterflies of my first love.
you expand when my voice needs to be heard.
you are the powerhouse that keeps me going, and I have treated you so, so, cruelly.
i’m sorry.

dear voice,
i am sorry.
i am sorry for all the times I let myself buy into the preconceived notion that you are not worth listening to.
i am sorry for every time i silenced you instead of letting you speak.
i am sorry for not singing more, speaking louder, yelling, screaming.
I am sorry that I ever thought I needed to hide you under my curtain of my fear of not being accepted.
you are powerful, and brave, and worth listening to.
you do not deserve to be caged, and I am sorry.

dear body,
i am sorry.
your every cell, every second of every minute of every day goes into keeping me alive.
you have loved me so well and so deeply, and I have been so blind to your worth.

I will never be able to repay you,

but I will start by choosing to love you.


It’s my brother’s birthday today and last night at 11pm I decided I should make him Cabin Pressure cookies as his present. It’s 6am now and I’m only just heading to bed, but I am pretty happy with the end result! Sugar cookies made from scratch, icing made from scratch, all decoration done by hand because I’m an idiot I guess.


(♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ 。*


I am so, so sorry that I reblog/blog that drawing so often… but I love it (and that´s the first since WEEKS!) so I wanted to share my little progress with you and me again ^^ haha. I like both drawings, the first one is from two days ago and the second one from 28. february this year :) I would say there is a “little” change in the artstyle. :3 Thank you, for “don´t unfollow” me because of the often reblogs <3 I love you all, guys!!! ~

Harry’s Soulmate

Since the response to Draco’s Soulmate was amazing (and also bc it was Harry’s birthday on Monday) I decided to write it from Harry’s perspective! I still cannot believe the other fanfic has over 900 notes! That’s actually insane. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this just as much!

“Today’s the day isn’t it?” Ron asked when Harry entered the kitchen this morning to make himself breakfast. Harry sighed and nodded. He didn’t really care about soulmates. Thought it was rubbish to have to be forced together with someone just because the “universe” said so. He’d much rather find love on his own.

“Come on, Harry. You’re not even the least bit curious as to who she is?” Harry rolled his and continued to make his breakfast. “Harry?”

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Begin Again

First of all: Sorry. I can’t believe this took so long. I mean… it’s 3 pages long now, sooooo… am I forgiven? Also, this one isn’t as Mashima-ish as I liked it to be… it’s hard trying to keep up his style and I slipped on this one here and there. Please forgive me.

With that said, once again, I allowed myself to tag you lovelies unasked. Now please, (thanks again to @proudtobeaginger for the inspiration) enjoy some more alternate FT538. 

(The setting? After rewriting the book, halfway on the guild, assuming Natsu hasn’t joined yet.) 

Let’s begin again… together.

@xxarilovesyouuxx @stardresss @niashaka  @ayumichi-me @treasuregal21 @loveandlucky @budokai3song @pyroandtheprincess @aerequets @lightalchemistfp-art @natsuthedragonslayeroffire

Okay, so a lot of my posts have been flagged. I went through and requested reviews for a bunch of them, but I definitely didn’t get to all of them, because there are so many to look through. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this will cause you guys.

I’m particularly infuriated by this post being flagged:

This is what I’m talking about. This is what is wrong with tumblr’s new blocking system. There is absolutely nothing in that post but screencaps of Thomas and his friends from his [the first tag on that post] video. I am unbelievably disappointed in tumblr for this.

anonymous asked:

Could you draw a full body Percy saying something smart, please? because he is really smart, of course if you want. Sorry for english, it is my 2 language so I'm no good at it.

I’m sorry I’m sure this is 100% the opposite of what you wanted but I drew this a year ago and I really want everyone to see

i need to say this

so my results are supposed to appear soon the thing is i really hope i get to pass this year but according to my results in the first semester it’s really difficult to pass this year cause my results are added together and i really did a hard work in the second semester and because of that i am really afraid that it won’t be enough and if i didn’t pass… more animating for me……

i am shaking and sweating and my stomach hurts so much because of this i really want to pass this year….

うちはサスケ x 春野サクラ


Academy Days….

Day 1: First Love

[Ah hello everyone! Happy Sasusaku Month 2017! Ah I can not believe it is already this time again! The year has passed so suddenly, right? Ah anyway here is my first entry for SSM17! I am sorry if it is a little messy, I have not made manga pages in a while ^  ^; Please forgive me! I have not had the time to draw much recently, so I am learning again haha! Please understand if it does not look how I use to draw, hopefully I can fully improve over the course of the month! I am not sure if I can do all the prompts- as usual, right? But I will try my best! Please enjoy your SSmonth and look forward to more art! Take care!]

Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto ©