follow her as well

anonymous asked:

I'm all honesty I think she is pushing his who blog life thing bc she is having to make money for herself and Jared is gonna leave her. For Jensen I think yes. But either way I think he's gonna leave her. I was looking at old pictures of them and the mushy gushy garbage and even tho I think it was all fake, they still do not push that at all. Idek I think I think divorce is coming

she can take the blog and insta and shove them up her ass. her manipulating people is wrong. they may very well be stupid fucks for following her pretentious ass but that doesn’t mean she should be taking advantage of their stupid asses.

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[ 23rd december 2016 ] hi, nice to meet this wonderful tumblr community, i’m yan’s cousin, and i’m posting in her place today to share my amateur econs notes!! 🌿🌿
she’d been pestering me to join the community since forever and after just two days of scrolling through her feed i’m hooked :* this is me dabbling with different colours and doodles (full creds to @studywithinspo who is my current fave and inspiration ily)
& because this was done on a whim, i have no markers at all, save for a bunch of colour pencils, a single mildliner, and a whole lot of tenacity
if this gets positive feedback, i might officially join the studyblr fam!! *cheers*

- signing off, lex

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

PART 2   PART 3

sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you thought about it! :) 

ALSO! I! AM! TAKING! REQUESTS! SO! SEND! THOSE! IN! :)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

So I’ve had this idea for some superhero lesbian romcom type story that I dont have the skills or focus to really develop but man do I want it.

Main POV is on the hero character. She’s terse and high strung in that vulcan “im calm and collected and cool outside but eternally screaming on the inside” way. Overthinks Everything.

Her main nemesis is some catwoman style jewelry thief who GLEEFULLY lives up the “ridiculous sexy villain” aesthetic. She’s gonna be comfortable but that doesnt mean she aint gonna look GOOD because these tiddies DESERVE to be appreciated via a cleavage window.

This is almost entirely why the hero has dubbed this mostly harmless thief as her nemesis like who fucking does that some of us are trying to do respectable work while she goes around feeding into EVERY sexy cliche I hate it so much I keep this picture of her to remind me of how much she annoys me and sleep with it every night.

Anyway. Hero one day sees her Nemesis in a mundane setting like at work or a coffeeshop and recognizes her INSTANTLY (reason 3 she’s annoying: actually thinks a dainty black eyemask is a DISGUISE)

Hero is like “hooollllyyy shit holy shit it’s her jfc she is FOLLOWING ME she’s trying to PSYCHE ME OUT!! Well ill show her im gonna go over and pass some hints that im on to her shit!!”

Goes over and is bamboozled when Nemesis is just all “oh hey i was wondering when you’d stop staring and come talk to me ;)” and next thing she knows theyre sitting down and having coffee together and then it hits her.

Not only did Nemesis not recognize her (of course she didnt because SOME OF US know how to do a disguise with voice changers and all) but she is now on a date. It’s a good date. Nemesis is flirty and cute and oh no she runs a charity organization for street kids fuck thats where the money all goes oh no oh fuck

And then dates?????? keep happening??????????? but moonlight chases across the city also keep happening????? Hero is Very Confused and Conflicted and it’s a constant hilarious comedy of errors of her almost coming clean on who she is then chickening out and in a constanr state of lowkey existential crisis.

All leads up to some scene where theyre doing the Hero and Villain thing and Hero cant stop from flirting hardcore and laying it on thick (bc she is now starting to warm up to this whole catsuit and titty window look she sees the benefits)

Only to have Nemesis go “oh honey thats sweet but im not gonna let you off easy for it. Also I have a girlfriend anyway”

Cue another lowkey existential crisis of being stuck between “I JUST GOT FUCKIN REJECTED BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND????!?” And “holy shit she called me her girlfriend and turns down people for me oh my god ❤❤”

Plot twist: when she finally comes clean over breakfast Nemesis is like “oh thank god i was wondering when you’d say something because pretending I didnt know was getting too old to be fun anymore, like I caught on around our third date, anyway you want some more pancakes?”

Rec List

hello loves! so in honor of getting to 2,000 followers, i thought that i would give out a list of writers i love. i haven’t done this often, usually just a quick post about a writer’s work, but this time i’m doing my full list of everyone i love, and will add to it when i find some! also, send me in writer’s that you guys love so that i can read them too!

quick thing: you have probably read all of these writer’s work because they are amazing but if you haven’t, then get to there page ASAP!  

@roseonhissleeve (first person i followed and her series are keeping me up at night, i love them)

@harrysanchortat (HAVE YOU READ ANYTHING BY HER?! SHES AMAZING NO MATTER WHAT PIECE)

@4everinsane (so much to choose from on her list, you can’t go wrong with anything)

@stylishmuser (ummm the ‘both of you’ series?? she killed me!)

@inwhichitrytowritesomething (best smut writer, hands down)

@harrysofluffy (her memes of harry are so good, just binge them)

@hardliquorhaz (’SHAKESPEARE’ WAS A MASTERPIECE)

@ever-since-kiwi (been following her since her third post and they are getting better and better)

@canistay-haz (lord her smut is amazing)

@domestic-styles (i recommend her all the time, go read ‘The Preschool Teacher’ now)

@harry-writings (shes the best angst wrtier, and when i found out she followed me, i screamed i was so happy)

@iwriteforharry (shes not afraid to write sad shit and she makes me cry all the time, truly amazing)

@oh-styles (four. words. ‘something about a feeling’. go look now.)

@iloveyouhaz (her concepts are everything)

@wishful-thinking1201 (one of my first followers and she writes so well, go read her ‘Stranded’ imagine, it’s my favorite)

@kasiwrites (SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!)

@pendantstyles (her short blurbs are good antidotes to read throughout my day, they lift my mood or keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what is happening next)

@inkslingerharry (my one true love, fascinating writer)

@carolina-kiwi (she has an album collection series that is to die for)

@littledreamybeth (just posted a marcel imagine, ANGST SO GOOD)

@trulymadlysydney (once again, SMUT! SO! GOOD!)

@carmineharry (if you crave an alex imagine, shes your girl)

@harryimaginedstories (one of my biggest supporters, and has a huge masterlist also, all amazing!)

@harrylillies (FUCKING ‘STEADY HEART’ SERIES!!!! HER NEW ‘SUITS’ SERIES!!! IM READY AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO!!)

@stylesdimplefeelings (do not even get me started on both ‘Whipped’ series)

@harryslittlelovehandles (lots of au’s if thats what you are looking for)

@queenmestyles (’song title challenge’ is my shit)

@jawllines (how have any of you not read her rollar rink imagine)

@hardliquorandabitofintellect (mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm… read. all. now)

@betweenuspreferences (one of the first people i followed, writes for all four boys, and is just perfect)

@bribe-the-door (i wouldn’t know what to recommend its all to good)

@hcrrystvles (fluff and smut is on fucking point)

@sorrynotharry (i’m currently addicted to a zayn series actually, called BFB so check that out)

@tillthelandslide (also recommended her before, classic writings and the sweetest human alive)

THATS ALL I HAVE SO STOP READING THIS LIST AND START READING THERE WORK!!!

Royalty AU - Princess Alya of the Césaire Kingdom

Read the fic here

(Marinette, Adrien, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix, Kim) (other classmates coming soon)

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I want to be a reporter. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

4 o’ clock

Request: Tae scenario? His escape from the idol life is a spot where he takes pictures and he notices a girl there? He wants to talk to her but she’s a foreigner so they have trouble talking

Words: 2K 

Genre: Fluff; drabble



It was 4 ‘o clock in the morning when he said farewell to his buddies after a long night of partying and fooling around. His friends were still singing jolly songs toasting to their friendship when Tae-hyung turned around and started to walk away with a smile on his face.

“Ya! Taehyung-ah! Where are you going?” One of his friends screamed in his drunken state and then immediately everyone around him started laughing. Taehyung kept on walking, having gone through this routine more times than he could count on his fingers. His friends tend to find everything funny under the influence of alcohol.  So he kept on walking until the laughter died behind him and all he could hear was a nameless bird singing into the dawn. Another smile broke out on his face as his haven came to mind. He hadn’t been there in the long time now. Perhaps, it was time to pay a visit.

The sun continued to rise as he walked miles leading to a deserted colony. As he closed in, he fixated his eyes on an abandoned isolated apartment tower standing 45 floors tall. From what Taehyung had heard, years prior to his debut as an idol, the colony had been a project by one of the largest real estate investment companies. However, not long after the colony was ready to be sold and resided in, some of boards of directors were found guilty of monetary scams and thus the project was abandoned after being fully completed. The loss the company suffered was too great to ever think about reclaiming the colony. It was left for the dead.

However, for Taehyung it was a blessing. It was the place where he could come at any time of the day without restrictions and at the top, on the terrace the world would fall away in a brilliant mix of starlight and photosphere. Day or night, this was the only heaven he wanted to be in, at certain times.

He stepped out of the emergency elevator, which surprised him by working every time, since this was an abandoned spot and technically electricity supply was should not be present but he wasn’t about to complain.  He climbed the last bunch of stairs and pushed the terrace door open.

His face broke out in a grin. The time was perfect. The sun was on the brink of escaping the holds of horizon. Taehyung hurriedly put his things down and took out his camera. Putting it to his eyes, he waited patiently for yet another breathtaking sunrise he could capture in his lenses.

There it was, the sun, peeking from its blanket that were the hazy clouds in monochrome- but not for long. As it rose, the blankets changed color in ombré from a tangerine orange to a lazier one. A few more seconds and he would have the perfect shot.

“Alright…” He whispered to himself as he counted seconds. “Now.”

Just when he clicked the picture, a sudden noise- like a person’s leg dragging across a surface caught him off guard. Someone was there. He quickly removed the camera from his sight, ready to scare away who ever it was. This is was his place. Not to mention, his shot was completely ruined and now he’d missed the timing.

He opened his mouth to reprimand the miscreant but stopped midway. The sun was half out of bed when Taehyung saw her. She stood in front of him in an elegant overcoat, her hair cascading down her back in dark waves synchronizing with the wind. In her hand was a half empty large pint of Corona. Her eyes were beautiful and mysterious and they were fixed on, well…him.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your shot, I didn’t know someone was here.” She said with a polite smile on her face.

Uh oh.

She was not Korean.

He just stood there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish trying to form a sentence in English so she could understand but somehow whatever little he knew of the language, flew right out of his head. She must have caught on because the next thing she said was this:

“Oh, I guess you don’t speak English.”

Taehyung shook his head up and down to confirm his affirmative. “I only speak…” He brought his index and thumb together to gesture ‘little’.

She smiled and said, “I see. Well, thank god for smartphones.” She took out her phone and started looking for something and typing.  When she finished typing , she brought phone closer to Taehyung’s ear.


“I’m sorry I ruined your shot.”


Ah, a translating app.

“No-No, it is okay.” He said. She brought the phone next to Taehyung mouth and encouraged him to speak. He spoke slowly and carefully. She then brought it next to her own ear.

“It’s completely okay. I come here quite often so I can take it again.”

She smiled and then pointed one finger to herself. “My name is ___.”

By this time, Taehyung couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on his face. He similarly pointed to himself and said, “Taehyung.”

“Alright Taehyung, would you like some Corona?” She brought her bottle up and shook it a little.


He gave a nod.

“Good.” She said and then turned around. “Come on, follow me. It seems like we were meant to meet.” She said more to herself. “I’ve got exactly one pint left.”

He started following her towards edge of the terrace. When the turned right Taehyung saw two empty pints of beer and exactly one standing. She bent down and grabbed that pint, handing it to Taehyung who took it with a thank you.
She smiled and just sat down, without caring for her clothes. He followed and sat down at a respectable distance as well. In front of him, the railing was not covered so even though he was sitting down, he could see everything in front of him. He smiled at the hazy blanket, which was disappearing, and the bright blue sky that was conversing with a sun in a beautiful contrast.  

“You’re a photographer?”

He jumped at the sudden voice right beside his ear. Her phone.

She laughed a little and spoke again into the phone and brought it next to his ear. “That was funny.”

He scratched his head in embarrassment and looked up to see her looking ahead with a calm smile on her face. Taehyung never knew he would describe someone like this but she looked unreal. It’s almost as if he was dreaming and he had made someone up in his dream. He silently prayed for his assumption to be wrong.

In a sudden bout of boldness, he gently took her hand with the phone in it, and placed it near his mouth, all the while not breaking eye contact with her. “I’m a singer.” She looked at him surprised and didn’t move her hand so he moved her hand with his own and brought it near her mouth. She blinked twice and then stuttered, “O-oh, huh?”

Taehyung laughed and let go of her hand as the translating app crashed after a few seconds of being unable to understand her words. She blushed and clicked her tongue pretending to fix her app. Sure enough, after a few curses and hits to her phone, the app started working again. However, before she could speak into it, her phone started ringing and she picked it up.

At that moment, Taehyung could swear she was speaking gibberish because that’s what it sounded like to him. She was speaking English so fast that after the initial greetings, Taehyung couldn’t understand anything at all.

After a few awkward seconds (for him), she cut the call and sighed. She put her head against the wall and closed her eyes as if she was really exhausted. Taehyung studied her side profile with curiosity. The steady rise and fall of her chest, her tongue that she ran over her slightly curved scarlet lips, her hands-one resting on her thigh and the other one shielding her eyes from the sun.


She looked ethereal.


“I must really be something to look at because you haven’t taken your eyes off me for quite a while now.” She suddenly wondered out loud, catching Taehyung off guard. He couldn’t understand what she said but he was pretty sure by the playful smirk on her face that she had caught him staring. Taehyung blushed and looked away.

He could feel her gaze on him but he daren’t look her way. What if he was staring too much and she ended up thinking he was creep? However, his resolve broke in two seconds as she got up and started collecting the empty pints of beer in a cardboard box kept to her side, which he surprisingly hadn’t seen yet. After she was done, she came back to his side but didn’t sit down. Instead, she put her hand forward as if asking him to take it and get up. So he did.

“I have to leave.” She spoke in her phone and placed the phone near him so he could hear.

As soon as he understood, his heart fell. It was strange, even to him. They had met for less than an hour and not even conversed that much, just sat around and watched light fill the air. She was a stranger.


So why wasn’t he ready to leave her company yet?


She coughed and once again, he broke out of his trance. The microphone was at his end. It was his turn say goodbye.

He opened his mouth to bid farewell but what came out instead was, “ Can I meet you again?”

He observed her patiently as she listened to the translation and her features changed to show her surprise. She looked at him with a surprise bluntly written on her face but as seconds passed, her lips curved into a smile. She stepped forward, not breaking eye contact with him. At a half a foot’s distance she stopped. Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to break the eye contact. He wanted to know, he had to know the meaning behind her smile. Was it a polite smile meant to reject his offer? Or was it affirmation of her interest in him too?

Without warning, she stepped forward with her hands joined behind her back and before Taehyung could move, kissed him lightly on the cheek and rushed back into her place with a shy smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. Blood rushed to his face and his hands went up to touch the side of his face where her lips had been moments ago. He looked at her in time, crimson and suddenly out of breath, to see her giving him a fond nod.


She would meet him again.




A while after she was gone, Taehyung stood against the railing of the terrace looking at the accidental shot of he had clicked of you. You stood there, blocking the sunrise with your frame. The clouds were emerging from behind you lighting up in the wake of the sun. Your eyes were wide; your mouth slightly open (probably because of Taehyung’s sudden appearance) and there was a bottle of beer in your hand.

Taehyung smiled at the candid and automatically his hand went to his back pocket to retrieve the small scrap of paper you had written your personal number on. His smile widened. He whistled and put the paper back in pocket and stretched his arms, finally planning to leave for work.

“Ah,” He said out loud, looking at the city lying before him from the 45th floor for the last time that day.


“What a beautiful day it is.” 




much love,


Inferno-loop

jenniferjuni-per  asked:

My sketch request for Rebelcaptain: snuggling after a long mission 😊 P.S. I love your art and am very grateful you grace us with it 😘

Not only did I like your request so much that I just did 2 quick sketches in my sketchbook already knowing I want to do it digitally but you always say such nice things in your tags when you reblog my art and I’m very thankful for that <3

Hope you like it.

anonymous asked:

Hey rat what where the things that made you stop defending sixpenceee. I did some of my own research but I wanna know what you think

The main two things that I saw all the time and could absolutely no longer defend:

  • sheer laziness in post-making; she didn’t fact-check basic points, she got names/dates wrong, her posts were riddled with terrible grammar and spelling, and she sourced sporadically at best. I couldn’t understand why someone with such an influential blog would spend so little time on it. not to mention a lot of the posts were awkwardly worded and/or just badly written in general.
  • post-stealing; I’ve seen her copy-paste huge chunks of Wikipedia articles, huge chunks of Reddit stories/threads, huge chunks of other bloggers’ posts. she’s even done it to me – I’ve posted something and @’d her in the tag, and she’s taken the post and reposted it to her blog. sometimes she would “credit” me as in saying I found it, but she never reblogged my actual work. god knows how many other people she did this to.

These are the two things I saw constantly all the time, and the laziness and plagiarism just really rubbed me up the wrong way. Some of the other stuff also happened often but didn’t annoy me as much (but I didn’t appreciate it, either), and some of this stuff rarely happened/I didn’t witness myself, but they’re all factors:

  • the money grabbing/constant self-promoing/note grabbing; like, I get it. no one is on Tumblr if they’re not looking for notes, but stuff like “follow for my woke soul” and ““deep”” quotes I used to see on stickers for MySpace profiles were just embarrassing and annoying. not to mention the mall goth shirts and the constant reblogs of her several other blogs. I didn’t follow for that. I followed for creepy content, and I got less and less of that over tie.
  • the art stealing; sixpenceee made shirts out of a lot of art I’m pretty sure she’s not licensed to use, including stuff under copyright law. this is really reckless behaviour and while most of the time I think copyright laws are bullshit I only apply this to massive corporations raking in billions. small independent artists are a different matter altogether. plus the shirts are constantly reblogged and very badly made. it’s just more of the above: she puts no effort in to anything.
  • ableism; I’m going to admit that I haven’t seen as much of this as it’s made out and that was the main reason why I sat on the fence for so long, but the more I read multiple accounts of people saying the same thing the more I can’t turn a blind eye anymore. once enough people are saying it, and for so long, it’s probably wise to take note. also when I sat down and thought about it I do remember several occasions where she’s tagged things mentally ill people have made/gone through as “creepy”, and a lot of the stories she rips off from Reddit do have the cheap ““twist”” of “and then………… he was MENTALLY ILL!!!111!!”
  • harassment/bullying/etc; this was something I hadn’t seen when people first started messaging me about her and for a while I did have the opinion of “well she can’t control her followers” but the more I’ve looked into it the more I’ve seen countless people saying that she either encouraged it or played the victim to encourage it, and several bloggers have been bullied into taking breaks or leaving altogether. she seems to do this to people who speak out against her, or other paranormal bloggers. I get you can’t control your followers but she has so much influence that she could shame them into stopping with one post. I have a fraction of her followers (in the five digits) but even I have had to do it in the past. it’s simple. you just make a post saying you don’t condone it and to stop, and 90% of people do. if people are bullying others in your name, shouldn’t you be ashamed? shouldn’t you want them to stop?

I feel really annoyed that it came to this because sixpenceee did help me out a lot at one point, and while I’m still grateful for that, one reblog two years ago is not enough for me to stay silent about all this anymore. there’s too much evidence against her and this “pay me to be nice to you” idea of hers says too much about her that makes me personally uncomfortable. I followed for good creepy content, not lazy posts, plagiarism, and fraud. everything else I’m more inclined to believe because of that “sixpenceee heals” post, too – and the fact that so many people have messaged me calling me brave for calling her out and saying they’re too scared to do it themselves just proves the other points. it’s a shame, but I can’t pretend it’s not happening anymore. 

Mad: Part 16 (Final)

“We're all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains graphic smut

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i am so happy lottie is out there being the best example of a girl working hard for what they love to do and getting all these collaborations and recognition for their work, you can tell how much she likes what she does and how hard she is working and studying to follow her dream, Jay raised her children very well, they’ve grown up into some amazing people 

i think now is also a good time to remind everyone that taylor doesn’t really shed staff in the way many other industry people do. her production crew and tour manager follow her from tour to tour. people in her band, as well as some of her singers, have been with her since FEARLESS OR EARLIER. many dancers have stayed for 2+ tours. that’s not common. and it’s not something that would happen if taylor was as “untouchable” or as hard to work with as katy and her minions seem to insinuate

Overprotective

request: Ok so, I really like the idea os shawn being so protective over his sister. And I also like the idea of his (future) girlfriend being like “the cool sister” of hers. You know, like, always calming Shawn down when aaliyah’s with a boy and having her back - helping her get ready for dates and stuff. Or aaliyah asking asking his girlfriend to try reasoning with him… can you write something like this?


You were on the couch with Shawn, in between being awake and asleep, while he flipped channels, trying to find something to watch. Aaliyah came bouncing down the steps, smile bright on her face, and the noises woke you. “Hey, do you mind if I borrow Y/N for like, ten minutes?”

Shawn whined, not wanting you to get up.

“Shawn, suck it up.” You laughed, following Aaliyah up the stairs and into her room. “What’s up, Liyah?”

“Well, you that boy Hayden?”

You nodded, having heard stories of the boy that made Aaliyah’s heart speed up.

“He asked me if I wanted to see a movie with him!”

“Absolutely not.” Shawn’s voice came from outside the door, and he swung it open.

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5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

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Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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THE MANDELA EFFECT [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: this was supposed to be a fanfic of mine in my wattpad account but since i’m such a lazy ass person, i couldn’t continue the story so i decided to just post the what is supposed to be the prologue here.

if you ain’t familiar with the mandela effect, it is the psychological phenomenon in which a person recalls something that did not occur. so in this imagine, the reader is obviously the one who is dealing with the mandela effect.

[Y/E/C – YOUR EYE COLOR]
[Y/S/T – YOUR SKIN TONE]

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Barry was very confused on why there was a girl lying beside him when he woke up. Her arm was on top of his stomach while her face was buried on his neck. He could feel her breath fanning over his skin that it made his cheeks turn slightly red because of how close and comfortable this girl seemed to be.

The last events that occurred yesterday were like a blur for Barry Allen.

After Eobard Thawne had supposedly brought him back to the original timeline where both of his parents were dead, he was welcomed with the news that Joe and Iris weren’t in good nor speaking terms for a reason he was yet to know. Wally then told him that he should just probably go back to his apartment, in which he did, and when he got there, he can specifically remember climbing into bed with no one but himself to occupy it.

So what was this stranger doing here?

With the sudden loud sound of the alarm to break his confusion, Barry jumped that led him to fall down face first on the floor. The girl slowly opened her eyes at the noise and peaked down to see what happened.

“You okay?” she asked before reaching out and pushing the button down that made the alarm clock to stop.

Barry grunted, “Uh, yeah.”

He turned around and finally had a good look at her features.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of y/e/c. She had a y/s/t complexion, a warm smile, and a face that Barry was quickly attracted to that it confused him even more to be with her.

She grinned, noticing his gaze. “Well, aren’t you going to stand up?”

He blushed again, immediately pushing himself and standing up. He took stolen glances at the girl as she too did the same, still confused on who she was and what was she doing here.

“I’m sorry I arrived late yesterday.” she began, “It’s just that I had a lot of papers to work on last night and you know how I am with wanting to get work done easily.”

Barry smiled at her, “It’s okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Really? You’re okay with it? Because I was under the expression you would be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” he asked.

The girl fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I don’t know. You were always so annoyed whenever I worked too much.”

Barry followed her out of the room. “Well, I guess I would.”

She suddenly stopped walking that made him halt. “Barry, are you okay?”

He gulped nervously. “Yes, why?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to be fine after what happened to Henry, but you seem to be … different this morning.” she replied.

Now that made Barry even more curious on who this girl exactly was.

Before he could even respond though, a phone call interrupted their conversation and the stranger quickly got her cellphone from the bedside table. Barry took this an opportunity to take a good look at his surroundings in inhuman speed to get unnoticed.

The first thing that caught his eye was the picture frame, which had a photo of him and the said girl with their bodies close together. The background was undeniably from the precinct, and what made him furrow his eyebrows was how he was looking at her in the picture; full of love and admiration.

He placed the frame down and moved on to the opened envelope beside it, picking up and turning it around to see that it was addressed to a person named Y/N Y/L/N, and he didn’t need to think hard enough to figure out that it was the girl with him inside the room.

Barry went back to his original position and waited until Y/N was finished with her phone call. When she was indeed done, he was still standing by the doorway to wait for her.

She sighed, “It was Singh, he said he needed to see me ASAP.”

“Singh?” Barry couldn’t help but blurt out.

Y/N nodded. “Yup.” she confirmed, walking towards the bathroom now instead of the kitchen.

“You work for Singh?” he repeated again.

“Of course, I do.” she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so lost? You know, Joe told me that little stunt you pulled off last night and I must say that he is not impressed.”

He was speechless then. From the way Y/N has been acting around him, it was obvious that she was something much more to Barry’s life than just someone he knew. Y/N was aware that he was the Flash, she talked to Joe, and she was working for Singh; but the most extraordinary thing about her is that the way she acted towards him was as if she was his girlfriend.

“Bar.” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Are you alright?”

Barry blinked rapidly, “Uh, yeah, I just remembered that I needed to do something, uh, important.” he replied. “Let me just head over to S.T.A.R. Labs. I’ll see you later.”

Before she could say anything, Barry already sped away and was already gone, determined to know what other changes did this brand new timeline offered him.