first of all i am very sorry

Complexion Series (Black Girls)

admin k: So, a while ago I had a request asking for scenarios on different coloured people, races, etc. At first, I was a bit scared to write because I was scared of offending people but I ended up starting it so here’s the first one (It’s short ik sorry :) 

( if you’re wondering, I’m full asian 안녕친구)

disclaimer: I am NOT trying to offend any race at all so I’m sorry if you take it that way. If there is anyway I can improve on my writing/description of this certain race, then please inbox me, I’d be very please to make improvements :) 

love everyone equally, never judge someone because of their race, age, gender, disability, etc. 

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“Babe, come here.” Vernon called in a soft, somewhat tired voice. You sighed, getting up from where you were to go to your boyfriend.


“What?” You asked a bit unpleased and upset because you were comfortable where you were before he called you.

“Come closer.” He pouted and you rolled your eyes, a little unamused. Still, you decided to go closer to him anyway and once you were in touching distance, he grabbed your hand and pulled you near him. This made you fall onto the couch next to him and he wrapped his arms around you immediately, not wanting for you to escape him.

You giggled and finally broke a smile for him. Vernon pulled the covers over the two of you, keeping the warmth between the two of you. You had to admit, it was comfortable and made you feel all happy to be cuddling with him.

You closed your eyes, relaxing and feeling at ease as your boyfriend snuggles in closer to you, resting his head near yours.

“Did you have a good day baby?” He whispered in a low voice and you turned around in his arms to look at him with a small smile.

You nodded with a small hum from your lips when he caressed your cheek, pushing your curly black hair out of your face.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you.” “I love you too.” You responded.

“I love your dark skin, your puffy soft, curly hair, your curves, your bright smile…. everything.” You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“Is that all you like? My looks?” You joked, fluttering your eyes opened and looking at him with sparkles in your eyes. “Of course not baby, I love your laugh, I love your wonderful personality. I love everything about you.” He kissed you on the nose before kissing you on the lips which you gladly responded through rising him back.

“You’re so beautiful to me, no matter what anyone says, I’ll always love you.” He hugged you tightly with a big smile.

“Vernon are you okay?Did something happen? You’re so happy today.” You questioned.

“I’m just happy to be with you, that’s all. I missed you all day.” He rested his chin on your head.

“I missed you too.” You replied.

“Don’t ever leave me okay? No matter what anyone says about us, no matter what happens between us…just stay with me.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You let out a little nervous laugh. He let out a small breath. “Yes, baby, I’m fine.”

“Are you going to promise me that?” He asked again and you smiled, giving him a peck on the nose. “Yes, of course I won’t leave you. You’re my everything too.”

anonymous asked:

(first of all, I expect no hate in making this question. I just love your Tumblr very much and feel like questioning you about that. Sorry if i am somehow bothering you) alrighttt so: thoughts about jihope???

i mean their bromance is great lol they are so funny together. tbh they are the most precious beans together

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ariannabotaku  asked:

IIAAT: I am Transfeminine, when I first started transitioning I would mimic other women, but about a year ago I had an Autistic breakdown and stopped. I have realized that I have had a foggy sense of gender. I know the rules, but, sorry having a hard time explaining this, I know the rules for the genders and can mimic, but honestly do not understand gender very well if at all. It is like I have the dictionary definitions required for gender but don't understand them.

Yes, that is a common autistic experience. Many of us struggle to understand gender, particularly when it comes to ourselves. Personally, I know that I don’t identify fully as man or woman, but whenever I try to think about gender when it comes to myself I get really confused and sometimes upset. As such, I identify as gendervague which is an identity for neurodivergent folk who feel that their neurodivergence affects their understanding of gender. 

There is also autgender for those who feel that autism in particular is so entwined with their understanding of gender that the two cannot be separated. 

Either of these identities can be used in combination with other gender identities. For instance, I identify as a nonbinary gendervague person. It’s also totally ok to continue identify as you have been and just know that being autistic affects your understanding of gender.

But, yes, this is a fairly common experience for autistics.

-Sabrina

“We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes,” said Professor Lupin. “Are you all right, Harry?“ 
Harry didn’t ask how Professor Lupin knew his name.

Okay Harry dear let me tell you how he knew your name:

  • He bought you your first knit sweater, it was red because he knew red brought out your mother’s eyes.
  • He was there when you got sick for the first time. He comforted your parents because he was the first person they called. “Moony come here right this second, Lily’s freaking out” 
  • During your first winter you liked being in his arms the best because he was warmer than the other Marauders
  • He took care of you so many times when mama and dada were having a date night
  • You were the only thing that made him as happy as chocolate after a particularly rough full moon
  • You liked to ran your little hands over his big scars, you were the second person he didn’t mind doing that. Sirius was the first
  • You made him smile even though there was a war going on and there wasn’t much to be happy about
  • All he wanted was you after he lost it all, he was denied that right.
  • He thought about you and all his friends on full moons, how all of them sat on the living room floor of the Potters and played with you, no one had died or betrayed each other
  • He knew your name Harry, because the moment he opened his eyes in that compartment, he thought James was sitting across him and they were back in their 3rd year.
  • He knew who you were because when he looked into your eyes to say “sit still” he saw Lily Evans’ eyes.
  • He knew your name, Harry, because you were all he had left as a reminder that everything they went through with Marauders were real.
  • And the worst part is you knew him,too. You loved him at one point and now you didn’t even recognise him. 

anonymous asked:

I actually liked the episode (and I was very prepared for the worst). But tell me why didn't you, please, I really respect your opinion!

Hi love :) Sorry it took me a bit to answer this…I read it last night, but I was tired and needed to get some sleep.

First off, I’m happy you liked it, I really am. At least some people should get some joy and entertainment out of it, but here’s some points why I just can’t…

  • It’s very sloppy writing. Things that happened earlier are being completely disregarded and explained away with like one line, if at all, e.g. the last scene of TLD (4x02) where Eurus/Euros (how the hell is it spelled? I’m gonna go with Eurus now) is revealed and she’s aiming her gun at John, saying she’ll “put a hole in it”, and it apparently was only a tranquilliser. Why? Why do all that? Have her pretend to be three different people, first flirt with John and apparently text with him, then pose as his therapist and go all dramatic on his ass…and then “Shot me during a session. Only with a tranquilliser.” is a throw away line in the next episode. That reeks of bad storytelling, like they wanted this big cliffhanger just for dramatic effect but then couldn’t be bothered to do anything with it. Same with the explosion at Baker Street - they are jumping out of a freaking exploding building, through the window! And then we get a cut and see them being fine on some boat.
  • Plotholes. John in the well: he was chained by his feet down there, which is why he couldn’t try to climb up himself, but then a rope is thrown down and the chains magically disappear? Sherlock’s ‘recurring’ dreams of water because of the well (those dreams have never been mentioned before btw, there was one line in TST (4x01) “You’ve been having dreams. A recurring dream?”): how can he make a connection to that well when he never knew it even existed? Sure, he suppressed the memory of Victor, but he had no clue what happened to him and that he was thrown down that damn well, so how does “Deep water, Sherlock, all your life, in all your dreams. Deep waters.” make sense?
  • Shit happening out of nowhere. The whole Eurus thing. They can’t expect me to be invested in something that came up during the last few minutes of the previous episode…that’s the first time the whole secret psychotic sister stuff came up. Sure, we got the line about “the other one” in HLV, but that was 3x03, three seasons into the show. And yet they claim it’s “the culmination of everything we’ve been building up to for the past six years”. That’s the final problem? Bear in mind that this might be the last episode of the whole show, and they’re telling me this was a story about Sherlock Holmes and his secret sister who apparently made him the way he is, even though none of that has ever come up prior to HLV. Even ‘Readbeard’ wasn’t mentioned before TSOT (3x02). But sure, “Every choice you ever made, every path you’ve ever taken, the man you are today is your memory of Eurus.” Sorry, not buying it.
  • Same goes for Moriarty. He had a five minute conversation with Eurus, and she apparently brainwashed him because “It took her just five minutes to do all of this to us”. So everything Moriarty did to Sherlock and John was because of her, that’s it. It takes so much away from his story and his infatuation with Sherlock, and it doesn’t even make a whole lot of sense because all of S1 and TGG (1x03) took place BEFORE that “christmas day 5 years ago” when Moriarty and Eurus met. The christmas they met would be the one in S2 during ASIB (2x01)…timeline wise. Maybe I got this all wrong - if I did, someone please explain to me why he even was in that episode and why that five minute unsupervised conversation was put in there - but that’s how I understood it.
  • The episode as a finale for S4. None of the episodes really have a connection apart from Eurus being 294 different people in them. Without TFP explaining why everything prior to it felt so weird and out of context (and it did! even casual viewers picked up on that), the whole season seems messy and disjointed. I’m talking about TST (3x01) and Mary in particular here: her whole redemption arc was done in that one episode, and ofc they only have three per season, but there’s still a way to make that feel more organic. Because the way it was done I’m simply not buying it. She went from wanting to kill Magnussen and shooting (and actually killing) Sherlock and threatening him to shut up about it afterwards to being a lovely and nice wife and mother in the span of a few months? And she fully ‘redeemed’ herself by…sacrificing herself. (And let’s not even talk about how absolutely shitty Mary’s death was done and how it’s impossible for anyone to jump in front of a bullet like that. I’d forgive other shows for that, but not Sherlock, a show that only two episodes earlier explained how being shot actually works and that “it’s not like it is in the movies”.) It just doesn’t sit right with me. Neither does John actually forgiving her for lying to him on that big a scale and for SHOOTING SHERLOCK. I’m sorry, but if my partner shot my best friend, there’s no way in hell I’d just be like ‘okay, shit happens’…and this is John!, the guy who killed a man for Sherlock after one day of meeting him. After watching TST I still thought all of this was a plan, now, after having seen the whole season, I just think it’s bad writing and horrible execution.
  • The episode as a (possible) finale for the whole show. No, just no. Like I mentioned above, TFP and its plot doesn’t wrap up the show in a nice bow for me. It’s barely connected to the rest, and it’s certainly not the big final chapter of the story they have been telling before. I felt nothing. Season 4 as a whole feels ridiculously separate from everything else and not like the show I love, I can barely recognise it, which is probably mostly due to the fact that this used to be a story about John and Sherlock (not talking Johnlock here, though I will get to that), and this season didn’t really have that at its core. The heart of it were always the two of them - “the story of two men and their frankly ridiculous adventures”-, but with these three episodes I can’t even remember them really talking to each other or having any interaction that shows the reality of their friendship/relationship/connection except for a hug and Sherlock saying John is family and, like, not wanting to shoot him.
  • Johnlock. What this show did was queerbaiting, plain and simple. I know there’s people who keep insisting it’s not because Moftiss once said they’re not telling a romantic story about John and Sherlock, but the show, its subtext AND text did, and that’s what I care about when I watch something. It was there, blatantly obvious even to someone like me who never used to pick up on those things prior to watching this show and who didn’t go into it expecting or looking for it. But I saw and noticed it before there were a million metas about it out there…and we didn’t just imagine it or make shit up. There’s a reason so many people believed in Johnlock, the show told us but didn’t follow through, and that’s queerbaiting. It’s a big fuck you to so many lgbt folks who truly believed they’d get actual, beautifully told representation - me included. It’s heartbreaking and so so cruel because they played us. It’s still there, in the show, and to me it will always be what John and Sherlock’s story is about, but it wasn’t made explicit. And that hurts, it really does.

So yeah. Even without taking non canon Johnlock into consideration I had a lot of problems with this ep and think it’s simply not good, the whole vibe of it didn’t feel right. There’s some other things I didn’t particularly like (what they did to Molly, the fact that Mary apparently knows John and Sherlock best, or that they summed it all up with a bullshit line like “Who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend.” - what kind of message is that?), but this is already super long by my standards, so I’ll leave it at that.
Here’s to hoping all of this makes sense; I started writing it right after waking up and my thoughts were still a bit of a mess and I also had to switch my brain to English. Maybe I’ll do a rewatch of the season and have some more to say about it then, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon because I really don’t feel like it. Which already says a lot because I’ve watched every other episode at least 12 times.

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Les Amis: Then and Now

George Blagden as Grantaire | Killian Donnelly as Combeferre | Fra Fee as Courfeyrac | Aaron Tveit as Enjolras | Hugh Skinner as Joly

In honor of the four year anniversary of seeing this film for the first time, I watched it again today – and I was so struck by how beautifully they have all grown up since then.  

There is this one detail in the german version of pokemon sun and moon that I think is far better than the english version. In the german version Nanu, or how I know him, Yasu, says that he will send your mother flowers, if you won’t make it out of Team Skulls town headquarters. Not your remains, just flowers to say his condolences for the loss.

All I can imagine is that Main Character’s Mom will one day hear a knock on her door and see a very, very tired man, she has never before seen, with a bouquet of flower in his hands. She is not actually quiet sure who this person is, what the flowers are for, nor why has that look on his face. But then he hears his words.
“These are for you. I am sorry to inform you that your child is now in a better place.”

First she is not quiet sure what he means, till realization dawns on her face and she just looks appalled.

Cut to Main Character chilling in the Team Skull hideout, fully dressed in the usual Team Skull outfit, because they are now the newest member. Probably giving everyone tips on how to train and stuff, even tho they’re just eleven or how to do their stare that everyone apparently finds a bit creepy/cool.
Maybe even showing Guzma their super strong Ribombee that just looks a bit to cute for Guzma, but he sure as hell is impressed how strong it is.
They actually have no idea that their mom thinks that they’re dead, or that the words they wanted Nanu to say to his mother would imply such a thing. They are completely unaware, chilling with the other Team Skull members. Also one day they would go home to their mom and woah boy that will be not a chill day.

I want to call it Skull Flower AU.

- Cassandra Pentaghast -

First off, I used one of the many beautiful screenshot from @inquizies as a reference for this portrait.
To @ladyblodeuwedd and @maharieel: I am SO sorry that I couldn’t get to your portraits yet. The last weeks have been very stressful and I rarely found the time to paint anything at all. I actually did the Cassandra painting way back in november and somehow didn’t post it. But at least that way I have something to show you before I go to South Africa for two weeks: Where I won’t be able to bring my tablet. So I’ll start working on you prizes next year… Again, I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. I just want you to know, that I didn’t forget about it <3
Have a nice day everyone and since I won’t be able to get on tumblr while I’m on vacation: Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to all of you! <3

retraction

*several readers were kind enough to reach out to me pointing out that the carl reiner tweet was probably ironic or coming from being disappointed in what he had at first tried to give the benefit of the doubt. initially i thought the latter may still fall under trumpgrets but surely thats just my own stubbornness playing mental gymnastics (which honestly just goes to show that i am no better than any of the people i am gently poking fun of here; also no offense to gymnasts). i am petty (uh like have you seen this tumblr) but hopefully not that petty. i am sorry mr reiner and a big thank you to all the readers who very courteously called me out.

Too Easy To Tease. Bucky Barnes.

Request: Can I request a smut one-shot with Bucky and reader? Like a Christmas dinner and she keeps teasing him and when they go home she starts riding his thigh and he is so turned on, then she asks him to finger her with his metal arm. And if you can, the reader dominating Bucky, and him being very loud. Pretty please ❤I need that in my life. And I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, but english is not my first language. Greetings from Romania. Merry Christmas! You are amazing!             

Triggers: Smut. Sub!Bucky. Semi-Public. Lots of teasing.

Word Count: 1348

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anonymous asked:

I'm very inspired by your journals. Can you share your process? Such as, do you do a pre-sketch? Work from a photo in the studio? How long does it take to finish a painting? Do you finish the whole thing on site? Also, I'm struggling a little with the thinness of the inks. I am more comfortable with regular acrylic paints. Any tips?

Hi! First of all, your message has been sitting in my inbox for a quite a while. I’m sorry for taking so long to answer. 

-I rarely do a pre-sketch unless the scene requires accurate perspective drawing, my biggest weakness. I prefer to dive in with my ink and brushes from the start. I make changes to the composition and paint over mistakes when the ink is dry. Most pages are thickly layered with one or two failed attempts beneath the surface. 

-While I love to paint plein air, it’s not always practical. Most of my paintings document small, fleeting moments or memories. I usually snap reference photos with my phone and paint the scene later– sometimes that night, the next week, or even a year later.

-Some pages take only a few hours, like these:


Other paintings that require several layers of color can take up to five or six hours, like these:

-If you prefer acrylic paint you should follow that instinct. Personally, I love the thinness of acrylic ink and I dilute the medium with water to create thin veils of color. To thicken the ink up, do not dilute with water and load your brush from the bottom of the jar, where the acrylic resin settles. Some colors are thicker than others, usually synthetic pigments with descriptive names like “flame red” or “antelope brown.” 

I hope that helps!

The Leash Game

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: McHanzo (top McCree)

Warning: NSFW, lazy editing, shitty humor, PWP, AU

Summary: Jesse makes a deal with Hanzo about a stuffy party that he doesn’t really want to go to. 

A/N: This is pretty much so longwinded. Probably some inconsistencies here and there. I’m sorry. I am very tired. This is pretty much my first real kinda sorta McHanzo fic. And the first fic I’ve written in a long time. Please be gentle with me, lol. Inspired by all the fucking terrifying dogs that are in my neighborhood when I take my terrible dog for her walks. 


He stands in front of the mirror, two neckties draped across his forearm. They are both fashionable, silk and expensive. One of them—a soft, powder blue—brings out the richness of his eyes.  The other—a bold, elegant red—makes a statement. It exclaims pride, confidence, power.

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Hi everyone! Thank you for checking this post out, I’m here to tell you that commissions are now open once more! I have 2 types of art options (????) that you can choose from. The only difference between A & B is that they differ in length. A is half body-ish, and B is headshot-ish! All of them have the same type of detail put into them.

Here is my email if you’d like to contact me for any questions or if you’d like to commission me: sarahhannah274@gmail.com

Things to know:

  1. Be polite when commissioning.
  2. Be patient, the duration of certain commissions differ from one another.
  3. Be reminded that I am currently in school right now and it’s a very hectic semester.
  4. I will only do the art if you pay me first, if you aren’t comfortable with that then I am very sorry but I won’t make you anything.
  5. I do not do mechas/animals/furries/armor/nsfw/gore/violence/complicated backgrounds.
  6. I do ocs/canon characters/PICTURES OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE/self inserts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  7. I only use Paypal right now.
  8. I only do my style of art, not realistic, not piccaso styled, not van gogh style (although i’d love to lmao)
  9. Please fill out this form when sending a commission request to my email:

Name: (doesn’t have to be your real one just something you’d like me to call you)
Type: (A or B, like the one showed above)
Short description of character: (So that I have a bit of inspiration for ambience, etc.)
Reference pictures: (you can just attach them to the email if you’d like, also please pick images that you’re sure 100% I can put to good use)
Request of pose, expression, etc.: Do you want a specific ornament in your character’s hair??? A scarf??? Just let me know! (Of course, I’ll tell you when I can’t make a certain thing)
Paypal Email:

Aside from that, you can check out my blog with the tag /myart to see these images in full! Anyways, that’s all! Have a lovely day everyone!!

princess and the pauper | pt. 2

You make falling in love sound like the most dangerous and crazy adventure that I will ever experience. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but if falling in love with you is something, then I want it all.


pairing: jimin | reader ; royal!au, pauper!jimin
words: 4.7k words (i’m so sorry i really am)
genre: fluff & a very possible injection of angst at the end
summary: royalty was no adventure to you. but when you find yourself in depths of the kingdom for the first time, you didn’t expect to find your favourite adventure in the heart of a pauper florist.
a/n: okay this is the heavier part and the next is gonna be heavy as well. but i really do hope you enjoyed this part as much as the previous chapter:)

pt.1 pt.3 pt.4


When the night took over and the midnight blue washed over the kingdom with a thousand flickering stars, you never thought you dared to find yourself in a purple clock thrown over you, feet padding quietly against the marbled floors as you stealthily made your way out of the palace.

It’s been weeks since you stepped out of the palace grounds for your first time, having been shunned in your own forced comforts and luxuries that you refused to lavish in. It’s been weeks and you were craving for the sweet heavenly taste of freedom that was tangible only in the soft winds that enters your bedroom windows. Its been weeks and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde florist boy who gave you more reasons to explore a whole new world out there that you have yet to unearth under your nose.

With the residence of silence being your only accompaniment, you slipped through the secret passageways that you configured and learnt by heart and scurried out the back door which led you towards the village. The risk of getting caught was inevitable but the hunger to get out was your only motivation. And when you were out in the open air, the palace becoming smaller as you ran, you could feel the familiar sensation of liberty filling you in gulps of fresh air and the rush of delirium seeping like surges of electricity. With all those days that had you going insane and stricken with boredom, you could already feel the youth of this night worth all that waiting.


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Finger drumming

Anonymous requested: Hey! Can you do a reaaaallyy fluffy one where you and Josh are cuddling and he starts like drumming on you with his hands or fingers on your shoulders or something. And he doesn’t even really notice he’s doing it, he’s just enjoying having you there to cuddle. Thanks so much!! And love your imagines btw :))

First of all, I am very sorry it took so long for me to write this. Secondly, I am sorry about how short this is. It is more of a blurb than an imagine. But I hope you’ll still like it.

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Tickled Pink~Part Two-Newt Scamander x Metamorphmagus!Reader

Tickled Pink part two-

A/N- Thank you to all of you who have requested a part tow to this, and I am sorry t took me so long to finish this. This set was one of my favorites to write so far :) The colors in the story are kind of based off of what I would associate with the emotions. Please enjoy :)

Also the reader is still a metamorphmagus in this

Warnings: none :)

Part One: http://unscriptedtimetraveler.tumblr.com/post/156504052741/tickled-pink-newt-scamander-x


Since your first meeting with Newt on the day he and the Goldstein sisters had visited your home, you had found the color pink very evident in your life. While lost in thought during the task of cleaning dishes, your hair would rapidly switch to a shade of pink as you remembered the way Newt’s hair sat messily on his head or the way his gleaming eyes sparkled like the stars. When collecting letters from Marian, your hair would switch again between not only pink, but also with a happy yellow, as you realized that another one of Newt’s letters had come through. You knew that you shouldn’t have started falling this easily, but you couldn’t help it. Newt Scamander was everything in a man you had wished for, including his passionate love for creatures. You thought that you were being completely out of your mind for thinking these things, but what you didn’t read in the letters was that Newt was just as smitten as you were, if not more.

Newt was a changed man after he left off the porch of your home. He was still kind-hearted and loyal towards his beasts and friends, but his heart had swollen larger than ever before. When he entered back into the Goldstein apartment that day, he practically stumbled over his own two feet because who was so lost in thought about you. He sank into their couch with a hand resting on his chin and a blushing grin on his face. Queenie laughed at him before coming back into the room.

“Oh it appears the Newt is a bit wrapped up in dear Y/n!” she giggled in adoration, mainly because Queenie could see the two of you fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of the same strange puzzle.

Newt sighed heavenly, he couldn’t wait to see you again.

At this moment, Newt was walking nervously back up to your door with a tiny set of flowers in hand about a week later. The flowers were partially because he wanted to bring you something for inviting him into your home, but they were also partially because he hoped that this was a way to show some of his affection without rushing around. He readjusted his bowtie with his wand in order to make a better impression on you. In the back of his mind he wanted you to be his. He wouldn’t advance too fast of course, but he did want to get to know you more over a cup of tea or perhaps a nice candlelit diner of some sort. He knew a little about you, but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know of all the little things that added up to you. You were incredibly beautiful, and you’d give any siren a prick of jealously. You were not only that, but you were sweeter than any dessert in Jacob’s bakery and more passionate than anyone he knew. He saw you as nothing short of amazing. You were unique from your hair to your eyes to your smile to your personality.

After knocking, he patiently waited for the door to swing open once more. He hoped that you had received his letter and that you knew he was here. If not, he would be even more awkward than he already felt. After what seemed like an eternity in his mind, the door opened to reveal your figure.

Newt felt awkward for staring, but he couldn’t help it. Your hair was now styled differently, as you had grown it out and curled it earlier, and your skin appeared illuminating in the sunlight. Your (eye color) eyes were enchanting pools, and your lips were tainted a faint pink like your blushing cheeks. Newt’s heart was doing unexplainable backflips as he took you in. You were marvelously mesmerizing, but he couldn’t properly form sentences at that moment. You smiled back at him, trying to push your own nervousness away so your hair wouldn’t erupt into a vibrant pink tint.

“Hello Newt, you’re a bit early,” you said playfully.

“Oh, I um, I didn’t notice I came too soon.”

“It’s alright Newt, come on in,” you giggled, allowing the delightful noise to whisk into his ears. Newt followed you inside and handed you the flowers, which you thought were lovely. Some of the pixies were already pulling a glass vase from the cupboards above you.

You already had tea preparing, as you knew Newt was coming. Newt assisted you in finishing setting up, casually keeping the conversation going as you exchanged what had been new in your lives. He had even brought out his Bowtruckle, Pickett, so that Finnic could have a new friend.

By the time the teas was ready, you both were sitting down at the table. Newt conversed about how excited he was to show you the case, and you listened with intense curiosity while stroking Phyllis the cat, on your lap.

Everything about Newt was just so fascinating. He had seen more parts of the world than anyone you knew and he had explored regions you didn’t even know existed. He was the adventurous type, but not the arrogant type to brag about all of his travels. He saw the world differently, and this was something you respected and adored.

Gentle sipping and clinking echoed between the stories and laughter until you were both finished, and now it was time to see what really thrived inside of the case. Carefully, Newt sat his case on the floor. You watched in amazement as Finnic invited himself back in your pocket. His calloused hand swept over the clasps of the case as they flipped up. A giddy smile erupted across Newt’s face, causing your hair to morph into a pastel pink.

With a gentle smile, he extended his hand towards you and led you into his world.

When you reached the bottom of the ladder, a sense of overwhelming curiosity and wonder exploded within you. You gasped at the setting, for you expected to be shocked, but this was beyond anything you had imagined. Immediately, your hair switched back to its fierce yellow shade, as it’s electrifying burst barely compared to what you felt with inside. Creatures of all shapes, forms, and colors stood before you. Each natural scene was different, some had canyons, some had hills, and some seemed like a dense forest. It stole every word from you like a thief in the night.

“D-do you like it?” asked Newt as yet another blush crept upon him. He was hoping that it wasn’t odd or too strange for you, but his worry escaped him when you threw yourself into him for a hug.

“Are you kidding, this is amazing! It’s absolutely incredible and unfathomable! I’ve never seen so many different species of creatures and plants in my entire life and what you’ve done here is just, it’s just astounding Newt!” you rambled rapidly out of pure excitement. You were like a ball of fire you were so hard to contain. Newt’s eyes proudly lit up, as he felt a sense of pride and attraction tug on his heartstrings. You were beautiful, anyone could see that, but he could literally feel you lovely joy reflecting off of you. You were like a child who had seen their first snowfall, eager and ready to explore the wonderland before them with all worries cast away. Now here you were, in his arms, like a sweet and fragile flower budding into spring, you were there.

You noticed that you had held him into a hug for quite some time, and as much as you didn’t want to let go, you retracted your arms from around his torso. You knew he was kind of slim, but you underestimated how toned he was underneath his soft blue coat, which had now been shrugged off to avoid the dirt. Flecks of pink reemerged in your hair as Newt let out a short laugh.

“Well come on love, there’s some creatures for you to meet.”

You were excited to see what else lied within the frames of the case, but now you were confused. Love? What did he mean by love? Was is just a simple nickname or was it something more? Did he feel the same? Did he like you? No, it’s silly to think such a thing, he was only saying it to be nice. Wasn’t he?

At the same time Newt was mentally scolding himself for letting that word slip. What if you thought he was a creep or some kind of man who was just looking for any girl? Was he rushing or being obvious? Was he not being obvious at all? He just wanted to make a good impression on you and ask you to be his, but he felt as if maybe his chance was slipping through his fingertips.

By the time you had sat down with the mooncalves, you had already met the rest of the Bowtruckles (Finnic did as well), the so-called thief known as the Niffler, Dougal the demiguise, and some of the Fwoopers. You were in the grassy areas with Newt and the mooncalves, silently petting and helping to feed each one. The pellets floated gracefully from your hand out to them, and Newt sighed at the sight of your majestic form. He sat back down next to you.

“Thank you for showing all of this Newt. This is insanely breathtaking.”

“You’re welcome Y/n, but thank you for not freaking out or anything.”

You laughed, “Well if anything I’m surprised you didn’t think my ‘cat-lady habits’ were weird. Most people do.”

“Nonsense, the fact that you helped save creatures is great!”

“I guess, but most people think I’m absurd or try to turn me into MACUSA because it’s ‘an abnormal habit’ or something.”

Newt frowned, clearly being able to see the slight insecurity as your hair became a faded blue. He personally thought what you were doing was incredible.

“I’m sorry for being kind of emotional about it,” you apologized, “My hair also kind of does this a lot.”

Newt wrapped you into a hug. It wasn’t like the one earlier, which was abrupt and full of excitement, but it was a soothing hug. It was one that showed you that he understood. You sank into his embrace and security.

“Y/n, you don’t have to apologize for being yourself. Besides I um…I think you’re rather lovely…actually,” he spoke, whispering the last part.

Your eyes widened. Newt thought that you were lovely?

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, you’re caring and kind. You’re curiously adorable. You’re unique, beautiful, creatively charming and intelligent too…” he trailed off into a pause before continuing, “And anyone would be lucky to know you.”

You were touched by his words and you had now noticed how close you two were in reality. He was looking at you now with his crystalized eyes inches away from where you were. You could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks, and before you knew it, you felt the sudden warmth of his lips. He expected you to pull away, but you only deepened it. With eyes closed and minds lost elsewhere, you kissed each other as if you had been waiting for years. His hands resituated along your waist as he lifted you up and pulled you closer. You now sat straddling his lap with your hands in his fluffy hair, weaving and winding it through your fingers. Each of your hearts flooded with passion and love, for you may have only know each other for a bit, but Newt felt as if he needed you in his life. He felt swept away, like a feather on the surface of the ocean waves, freely gliding off into wherever it desired. You two were so wrapped up with one another that neither of you realized that your hair was now a new color, a deep reddish magenta.

Newt left your lips breathlessly and looked down at you before stuttering, “I-I, Y/n I um, I’m sorry if that was weird I just, I really like you and think you’re extraordinary.”


“You didn’t do anything wrong Newt. I actually thought the same…about you, as you could probably tell by my hair now.” You lifted up one of your new locks.

“Y/n, I don’t want to rush things but perhaps you would maybe want to join me for dinner sometime, for an actual date? If you don’t want to you don’t have to-,”

You cut him off, “I would love to accompany you Newt.”

Still struck from the emotions of before, you grinned contently. Newt matched your smile and tenderly held your hand in his, massaging his thumb over your knuckles. You felt the same towards him as he did to you, and he was over the moon.

You could tell that Newt was special. He wasn’t like others from your past who viewed you as strange or as some sort of object. He actually cared about you and lovingly accepted you for who you were on the inside. You didn’t need your deep magenta hair to show that love was blossoming between the two of you, and Newt was just the right person to steal your heart.

Masterlist:

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An apology, an explanation, and another apology

First off, I ought to apologize. I disappeared off the face of the earth without warning, and neither have I responded to any of the very kind asks wondering whether I was ok. The truth is, I was not ok at all, but in neglecting to even check in now and then, I know I caused a lot of people to worry. For that, I am truly sorry.

Normally I’m a very private person, but I feel that my long absence begs an explanation, so, here goes. In July, my S.O. and I parted on amicable terms. In August, I lost my main job, and following that, my apartment. I ended up in debt and sleeping on the couch at my brother’s, whose generosity I cannot praise highly enough. My mental health took a dive during this time, naturally. The problem is that when things get difficult for me, I kind of… shut down. I laser focus on finding a solution to whatever my biggest problem is, and everything else goes by the wayside. Dividing my attention in critical moments causes me extreme anxiety, and so my friendships and communication with the outside world suffered. As a result, Trix and I ended up having a falling out. I wish her the very best of luck, and I still love her, but we are not speaking at the moment and so I have lost my screener.

Things are better now. I have a new (single!) job, and while I’m not totally in the black yet, my finances are doing much better and I am able to afford housing again. I built a wall around myself, and slowly, piece by piece, it’s starting to come down. Running this blog has brought me a lot of joy, and neglecting it likewise made me incredibly guilty. I don’t intend to let it die. I’m still recovering, and so I can’t guarantee speedy or consistent update rates, but I’m finally in a place where I want to come back.

Again, I am so very sorry. Thank you to everyone who checked in on me, and I apologize for not getting back to you before now. I truly do appreciate your kindness and concern, and I love all you guys so much. <3

Expect more soon. ^0^

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Requested: Can I request when wake them up in the night because you are having a panic attack? I have been getting the frequently. DX

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A/N: First of all I know it’s not finished in a way that it’s only Tae but meanwhile making these texts I went through a very rough time and now I’m just unable to continue them. I am sorry.

On the other hand, please go to an adult with your panic attacks, or literally anyone you trust, you can even come to me I’ll be so glad to help you because they are not good.

And I’d like to get the chance to tell me followers that ANY OF YOU can come to me whenever you need someone. I’ve been there when everything just seems dark and you feel lonely and I swear it gets better if you have someone by your side. My ask box is open 24/7 you can even stay anonymous if you don’t feel brave enough to tell me who you are. You can also message me. I will answer you as fast as i can.

All of you, stay safe.