It’s our wedding anniversary today, four years and counting–eleven total if you include all the time we spent together separated by circumstance and geogrpahy.

And just because I know you’ll be checking my blog soon to see what random weirdness I’m chattering away about to the internet today and either laughing, shaking your head or rolling your eyes (more likely all three at once) @ etd, I love you.

From the depths of my heart to the strata of my undying soul, I love you.

Thank you for always being there for me, for loving me, for caring for me when I cannot and for always being by my side when I times are hard. Thank you for taking everything in your stride, or at least making it look like you do. Thank you for the joy and laughter and everything else in between, for putting up with my crazy shit and also for enabling most of it.

You are the absolute love of my life and my best friend, and there’s no one else I’d rather grow old and cryptid with and adopt ten thousand internet children with than you.

You weird, wonderful, trickster bastard you 💖😙👻


Holy shit why do you all like me so much it confuses me. I mean you’re all amazing people, but I’m surprised you guys like me this much. You are so amazing,kind ,accepting I got to meet so many wonderful people it’s great honestly to be here. @jay-does-art , @jazminerodriguez0813 , @jcpearsall18 , @weird-lil-cloud , @undertalefan1111 , @xxpurplesketchxx and so many others that I don’t have the time to tag but ,thank you you all do really make my day whenever. I come on rp , chat or post art ,here and there so yeah thanks to you all for being my friends and such kind people! Also second picture belongs to my good friend @jay-does-art her character Sy (used it for my main reaction lol) Now time to hide in my corner and be flustered and confused on why so many like me and I had to put this in while I have a tiny bit of spare time.

Originally posted by clark-bot

I have come to realize that I am like an old 20-dollar bill—crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred. But I am still a 20-dollar bill. I am worth something. Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used, I am still worth the full 20 dollars.
—  “You Are My Hands” -Dieter F. Uchtdorf

This is a very spontaneous, uninspired follow forever! Today, February 1st, is my blog’s third birthday and initially, I didn’t want to do a follow forever or anything but then thought why not!!

The reason why I decided to make this is to tell you guys how much I missed you and how much I missed this place. As you might have noticed, I haven’t been very active since last year and the main reason why is collage and my hell of a life. It was like nothing but a curse throughout 2016 and it still is! I am trying to remain strong and positive but I think my activity will keep on declining. I honestly have no motivation to edit or to colour anymore. I have zero creativity and I always feel so uninspired and unwilling to do anything for this blog anymore!! I believe these feelings are not a joke this time. However, I am not willing to shut down this blog so please don’t interpret this as a goodbye message; I just wanted to say that I don’t know if I will be here another year or not!!

With that being said, I would like to thank every and each person who ever interacted with me, who hit the follow button on my blog for any reason, whoever put lovely tags on my edits, whoever said they liked my manga colourings, whoever considered me a friend, whoever included me in their follow forever, whoever dedicated a photoset to me, whoever made me think of my stay at tumblr a joyful experience. I love you all from the depth of my heart <3

Beautiful bloggers who always brighten my dash :D

★ A - I ★

@aizawashoutta | @akutagawaas | @akutagawah | @allenswalkers | @baekinhoo | @bakakawa | @bertholdts | @bohkutos | @chiamis | @cieled | @cromedokuro | @dianthus-sss | @dns07 | @edwarddelrics | @envy-and-pride | @erwonmyheart | @escarletes | @eternallytrashtastic | @fairytailwitch | @genoza | @grifith | @gurako | @hina-shoo | @hitsougaya | @infiniterhapsody | @ithmid | @izumou

★ J - P ★

@jetzui | @juminss | @jyuushimatsu | @kamuisyato | @katsuraz | @kawaiinohime | @keikoku | @kirlua | @kudous | @lahviis | @littlebratciel | @mazusu | @midforde | @mikotoray | @mmakotoz | @mukoros | @nagittos | @naruzumake | @nchuyas | @nicolasis | @nicosrobins | @nikiphorov | @noctislucisscaelum | @nyxnperona | @okitasougos | @plisetski

★ R - Z ★

@rainnieday | @reishikiz | @ryoutakises | @ryuzakki | @sawtsuki | @seethelights | @serragakis | @shogomakishimas | @shotous | @shreya-chan | @sougu | @spiteful-crow | @tachibana–chan | @tobiios | @todorokii | @todorokiis | @toushi | tsukis | @ttoujis | @ttoushirou | @ukiinas | @ulquiora | @umis | @uzurume@v-nikiforov | @yattygamis | @ttoushirou | @ymirgasm | @yushiyuki | @zakuras | @zechs | @zeino

I apologize if I misspelled or forgot anyone!!

‏@conniebritton: Thank you Rayna Jaymes. For your magic and your dignity. And thank you to all the creators of Rayna Jaymes, for there were many. Callie Khouri, who gave her life. Deacon, Maddie, Daphne, who shaped her as her family. Teddy, Tandy, Lamar too. Juliette, Scarlett, Bucky and the ones who crafted her into a business woman. Along with countless other compatriots and combatants. And then of course the crew of “Nashville" who brought her to life, every crew member in every department who made Rayna live each week.
  And then there’s the music. T Bone, Buddy, Tim, Frankie and all the brilliant songwriters who gave Rayna a voice. There was no music, and no Rayna, without you.
  But finally and most importantly, the fans. You made Rayna. You supported her and loved her and gave her inspiration just as she was able to inspire you. You were the energy source, the power behind her heart and soul and life. Rayna lived for you. And, from the depths of my heart, I thank you, for her and for me. It has been an honor to be a part of that creation. And as I know she would want it, the show must, and will go on. Long live Rayna Jaymes. #RIPRayna #NashvilleCMT

What springs
from the depths
of my dark heart?
Soundless bullets
shot from a loaded gun.
Ripping through arteries,
tearing new paths inside me -
tunnelling until I am a hollow bag
of chipped and brittle bones bleeding
internal for eternity, these wounds don’t
heal inside of me, they gush until it starts
seeping out of my bruised skin; I am rotted fruit.
What springs
from the depths
of my dark heart?
Damage shot from
a glock - pistol cocked;
I hope you wore your armour.
—  What Springs? // © @rarasworldbro


once again, I just want to say from the deepest depths of my heart, thank you, thank you for staying and giving your support for my art!

I started this art blog for over a year now, and I am so glad to have met and gotten the chance to interact with the lot of you! I’m happy I can express what I want through drawing, and it’s you guy’s continuous support that helps me get through art blocks/insecurities! so here, I will be holding my first ever raffle as a thank you!



  1. to enter, you must reblog this post. and that’s it! simple, yea? no likes will be counted as an entry (unless you want to keep this post in your saves or smth it;s totally cool but it’s not counted).
  2. you can reblog this post up to 10 times for a higher chance of winning! just make sure you don’t piss off your followers if you reblog this over and over all at once!
  3. for followers only, I will be checking!
  4. the raffle starts April 29, 2017 (Saturday, now lol) and ends May 31, 2017 (Wednesday, 7:00PM GMT)


  1. for the first raffle winner: full colored lineart + character of any choice, it can also be a ship!
  2. for the second raffle winner, base color lineart + character of any choice!
  3. and for the third and last raffle winner, lineart + character of any choice!


  1. that I will not be doing anything nsfw, mecha, or animals, because I want to be able to make art I am familiar with and hope not to disappoint the winners! so fan art or original characters I can do!
  2. so, there will be a total of three winners! but this can change depending on the amount of entries, so I will still have to consider this
  3. if this post gets less than 30 different entries I might cancel it, for the sake that I might start to think that people dont likemyartlmaoimsoparanoid ahem

anyways, that’s that! once again, thank you! and good luck!!!

Steggy, Regency AU

for @alpacamyhedgehog

20. Regency AU 

Peggy stabbed a potato with her fork, using her knife to cut a smaller piece off to pop into her mouth.  

Steve winced at the scrape of the silverware against the china.  “Are you well? Margaret?”  

Peggy shrugged slightly.  “I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t be…”  

He leaned over, lowering his voice as he got closer.  “I hope you’ll let me explain the incident with Miss Lorraine…”  

She bit her lip and set her fork down on the plate in front of her.  “I think I’ve heard enough of that for an entire lifetime, Captain Rogers.”  She gathered her skirts and stood abruptly, prompting all the men at the table to stand as she left the room.  

By the time she reached the door to the back gardens, Steve had caught up with her.  “Miss Carter, please…”  

She rounded on him.  “I have never been so humiliated in my life, Captain Rogers.  To see you and Miss Lorraine…the scandal, Captain.  The SCANDAL.  And to think I was entertaining the idea of courtship.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking positively fit to be tied.  “I…I had no idea that your affections for me ran so deeply…I had hoped, of course…Miss Carter…Margaret…”  

“Do not worry yourself to think that they run at all any longer, sir.” She pressed her lips together, glaring at him.  Her heart hammered in her chest, and it would have given away her lie if only he could hear it.  

“Margaret.  The unpleasantness with Miss Lorraine was just that.  Unpleasantness.  I do realize that my position in your community is only that of a lowly guard Captain, but I can assure you that my word, once given is gospel.  And my word on this matter is that you have utterly stolen my heart and as such, it cannot beat for another. I said as much to Miss Lorraine and she might have gone just then if you hadn’t happened upon us. I apologize from the depths of my heart that you were hurt by something I have done.  And I hope time will heal your wounds.  Because it only cuts mine deeper. I will take my leave of you, ma’am.”

Peggy’s mouth fell open as Steve bowed before her, before walking back inside the house.  She let his words rattle around in her head for a few moments before she turned and ran towards the door he’d just entered.  

She ran through the house, her feet thumping on the floor as she reached the front parlor.  She opened that one and ran outside, looking round for Steve’s figure and praying that he hadn’t gone.

“Steve!” she called.  

He stopped, turning to face her, saying nothing, because clearly, he’d said enough.  

“Won’t you please…come back inside?  And be my partner for cards?”  

A smile spread upon his face as he strode towards her.  “It is so very difficult to say no to you, Miss Carter.”  


moments ♥ twenty-second

The anime finally closes it curtains. The second season is on 2016–still too far :/   But let’s drift away from the angst www KaruNagi in this episode is—what the hell why do we have a fckn confession scene ohmyghad and Nagisa looks like he has boobs ohmyholymacarons, wth anime staffs wwww ♥

AND KARMA, OUR LITTLE DELINQUENT. his expressions killed me too many times. Each facial responses he makes to Nagisa’s pain and badassness–I CANT EVEN PROPERLY DESCRIBE MY FEELS DAMMIT. I am too proud of my precious pair ♥

*embraces both Karma and Nagisa as well as the whole cast* SEE YOU NEXT SEASON, GUYS. I thank you from the depths of my heart for allowing me to join your fandom. Stay Badasses!



If you are close to me I will talk 24/7…disturb you during anything, will send love messages, will fight with you for hours, will care about you, your food, your dress despite being miles away, will share each tiny thought in my mind, will love you to bits from the depth of my heart. If you are not close do not expect me to do you favors or spend time on small talk. I am a whole in love or not in love kinda person.
—  Ay. En.


i’ve had this blog for quite some time now, maybe not as long as some of my friends, but to hit this milestone today i almost broke down into tears because it’s so surreal just thinking that 5000 people (give or take the spam blogs) decided to think that my blog was worth a follow. and not only that, but people who like and reblog my edits and send messages to me, it’s so damn heartwarming.

thank you from the depths of my darkened heart for being so amazing and loving and open and supportive and just the best people i’ve ever come into contact with. even if we talk every day or once in a while or never at all, just know that i really and deeply care about you and i’m forever grateful to be part of this community because i get to be in it with not only mark and jack, but with all of you guys as well. 💚❤️

I can’t promise you that I will never fight on silly things because I do have terrible out of the blue mood swings. I can’t promise you that I will make you proud in everything I do because I am not flawless. I can’t promise you that I’ll be the perfect girl for you because I know I am impulsive and I’ll surely mess up things. But I can surely promise you that no matter how many times I mess up I’ll try my best to resolve everything. I promise to be loyal to you and give my 100 percent to our relationship. I promise no matter what we go through in our life I won’t give up on us. I promise to love you from the depths of my heart and soul.
To all the fanfic writers and fanartists out there

You all are amazing wonderful people who work hard and give us content that we appreciate!!!

And for all the sweat, blood and tears that go into making each and everyone of your works i would like to thank you all from the depths of my heart!

Four Hours Of Torture {Alexander Hamilton}

Prompt: Day five of @helplessforbroadway ’s write-a-thon // College AU

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word count: 840

Warning: None


I had been in the library for a total of four hours now, alternating between the pink,yellow, and red highlighters. Yellow for yes I knew what the fuck was going on, red for I had no clue what the fuck was going on, and pink for I was somewhere in the middle. My history midterm was in a few days and I had been studying nonstop but the knowledge just wasn’t sticking. “The library closes in two hours.” I looked up to find Henry, the librarian’s aid, looking down at me.

“I’m well aware of that Henry,” I scoff and he shrugs, shaking his head with a dry chuckle as he walked away. “I love you too.” I softly whisper after him,

“Doesn’t seem that he loves you all that much.” A voice teases and my head shot up, and for the first time since being here I take in my surroundings, I wasn’t the only one in the room. There were actually a few other students, the one who spoke to me included.

“He’s a fool! One day he’ll realize.” I continue and the guy laughs, reaching out to shake my outreached hand,

“I’m Alexander. Alexander Hamilton.”

“Nice to meet you Alexander Alexander Hamilton, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” He rolls his yes at my joke,

“You’re funny,” he mocks and I shrug,

“I try.”

“Look, it seems that we’ve both been studying our asses off for the last four hours, let me treat you to a cup of coffee.”

I eyed him, “How do I know you’re not going to lure me outside, hit me over the head and kidnap me.”

“You don’t. Now do you want that cup of coffee or not?”


“I’m glad we made it to the coffee shop withoutyou hitting me over the head.” I smiled as I too a sip of my coffee, finished with six sugars and five vanilla creamers.

“I was actually planning to do it after we left.” He deadpans and I stare at him for a full minute before we both start to laugh,

“You’re actually pretty cool, despite the man bun.” He gasps and grabs his man bun that set prettily parched on top his head. I hold my hand to my heart and in all seriousness, gasp, “I sorry, did I offend you?”

“A little, just a little.”

“I do apologize from the depths of my heart,” I push and he rolls his eyes,

“If you have something against my man bun, I’ll just take it out.” I don’t protest as he pulls his bun from his ponytail and his hair drops to frame his face.

“Now I’m just jealous. Your hair is so shiny and full of bounce.” He chuckles and shakes his head pulling his hair back into a sloppy ponytail leaving a few pieces out. “I like you Alexander, you seem like a nice person.”

He shrugs, cheeks heating up. “I mean I like to think I am.” He coughed and I reached across the table pushing his shoulder,

“You can’t just take a compliment can you?”

“Yeah once you tell me something I don’t know,” he egged on with a raised brow.

“You’re such a jackass.”

“I know that too,”

“Anyway, what class were you studying for?”

“Mr.Bates history class,”

“What? No way! I was studying for his class too.”

“I figured seeing as I sit right behind you in his class.”

“Shit dude I didn’t even notice,”

“I mean it has only been half a year,” he pouted before heartily chuckling.

“Yeah, please don’t take offense, I pay no attention to the kids in that class.”

“I pay attention to you though…” he whispers but I hear him.

“You are a stalker!” I tease, throwing my head back with a laugh,

“What? No way!,”


“I told you, that you didn’t have to walk me to my dorm, or hold my hand.” I look down to our connected hands, and he smiles sheepishly before letting it go.

“I didn’t want someone to snatch you up,” he defends and I roll my eyes as I unlock my dorm room, “Well, it’s getting late, I should probably go-”

“Alex you can come in.” I sigh and he smiled pushing past me and into my dorm room, plopping down on the couch.

“Today has been a very stressful day, so much buildup. And for what to get me into your dorm?” He smirked and I picked up a pillow, throwing it at his face.

“Look, I invited you in because you brought me a cup of coffee. Now, I have some popcorn in here and a few recorded LMN movies on the DVR, and we’ve both been working hard all day…”

“Are you inviting me to stay for a movie night?”

“Yes,” I groan as I walk toward my little kitchen, “And when we watch the movie I don’t want to hear any of your smug remarks, deal?” I could see the pain on his face as he let out a small,


I have some things to say

Hi everyone! 2pmreact here… or Glowe, should I say.
Sorry for the ambiguous title, but I really didn’t know what to title this. I don’t know how many of you will actually care about this, but hey…

So I know I’ve been somewhat inactive for the last few months, and I know I’ve got some requests to finish - I promise I will get around to those at some point, because I hate to leave people out on a limb.

I have very good reason to have been inactive though, and for all those that requested a drabble, or a reaction, or whatever it was, I hope you can forgive me…

Originally posted by yourvoicejh

The last few months have been very difficult for me, and I haven’t really had that much time to spare for our lovely 2PM boys. The reason is, a little while ago, I found out that I am going deaf - irreversibly. I’ve had a while to sort out my feelings on the issue, and of course I’m sad, and extremely frustrated, but I’ve kind of come to terms with it a little now.

But, do you know what hit me hardest? When I realised that one day, I won’t ever be able to hear a 2PM song ever again. I won’t be able to hear the voices of the six men who mean so much to me. 2PM were the group that got me through some of the hardest times in my life - when I was lonely, and constantly sad, and my love for 2PM was the only thing that ever kept me afloat.

But, I’ve decided that I’ll no longer take what little I have of my hearing left for granted. Whilst I still have the ability to listen to 2PM, I will. And what’s more, I’m going to put my all into this blog, appreciating our boys whilst I still can. I’m going to make this blog prosper by answering as many requests as I possibly can. I’m scared shitless of the fact that one day I’ll wake up, and I’ll no longer be able to hear my favourite song, and I don’t know if that’ll be in weeks, or months, or even a year, but right now, all that matters is that I can still hear it today.

So please, it would mean the world to me if you could send me as many requests as you possibly can, so that I can show my appreciation and love for 2PM, and hopefully bring some happiness into other people’s lives whilst doing it!

PS: I saw how many followers this blog got whilst I was away, despite the inactivity, and I want to say that I love each and every one of you. Thank you, from the depths of my heart. <3

Originally posted by kubbyss

A Poetic Heart - Lindir

Imagine: Discovering Lindir’s poetry that he has written about you. From @those-of-middle-earth 

A/N: Special thanks to @little-red-83  for helping me with this fic. And I’m sorry if the “poetry” sucks. I can’t write it, even if my life depended on it. But hey fluffy Lindir (I hope) and young!Meludir. Please enjoy!

Abbreviations: H/C: Hair color. S/T: Skin tone. L/N: Last name.

Warnings: The word ‘hellfire’, Reader believes she isn’t good enough, longing, heartbreak (temporary).

Words: About 1,500

Raindrops pattered on the lofty windows of Imladris’s library, a soft rumble of thunder rolling in the distance. I sat behind my desk reading old tales of dragon’s reign and men’s strifes when a small figure burst through the closed door, startling me. As I looked up, I recognized Meludir, Lindir’s younger brother, a leather-bound book tucked under his arm, a mischievous smile on his lips. I recognized Lindir, my dearest friend’s, nervous voice resounding through the halls. ‘Meludir. Meludir. Give it back!’

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Nohrian Festival: Jakob and Niles Conversation Pt. 1 & 2

Something else that was requested by two people… And rightly so. This conversation is hilarious between Niles attempting to “seduce” Jakob and Jakob just being his usual “Nope I’m out fuck off” sassy self. 

But well, Niles always manages to get his way eventually. Even from a hardass like Jakob. 

And Niles, we all know that you do mean well, but sometimes your methods of comfort are a little… scandalous. 

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