hands like bricks

Wish me luck, I have to go on stage today…

“why do you use crayola colored pencils and copy paper”

“why do you use ms paint and paint.net”

“why do you draw with a mouse and not a tablet”

“why don’t you use a good digital camera and not your laptop/camera phone”

“stop showing me a picture of an empty wallet”

What Comes Next?

Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Note: Umm I wrote this after reading like 10 articles in a row about Oak and deciding that the best course of action would be to write this. Enjoy!

Warnings: that feeling when you’re in high school and you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your life, self doubt. 

Word Count:1,140

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @mehrmonga @pinetree111

Originally posted by lafeyettegunsandships

Oak sighs as he turns the last page of his book, War and Peace, and drops it onto his lap. His days had gone from hanging out with friends, training for football and neglecting his ever growing pile of homework to sitting on his ass all day in the hospital reading books and staring at the ceiling.

Really, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for his predicament. He and his friends had been messing around one day after school when all of a sudden he had heard a distinct crack. Now he had no idea what was going to happen next for him, the doctors said that with his fractured femur he couldn’t play football anymore so what was he supposed to do next?

“You already finished it?” A voice sounds from the doorway, he quickly looks up to find his girlfriend Y/N leaning against the door frame.

“It’s easy to get through a book when you’ve got nothing else to do” he admits as Y/N makes her way over and plants a kiss on his cheek.

“That thing is over 1000 pages long, and I gave it to you like a week ago” she points out as she sinks into the chair by his bed.

He glances down at the thick novel in his hands and shrugs. “It wasn’t that bad, I just have a lot of time on my hands in here” he admits.

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//LARRY FANFICTIONS AS POLAROID SET//

Young & Beautiful.

By Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Chaptered, Complete. Fav

RED BRICK HEART.

By hazmesentir

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

Chaptered, Complete. Fav.

21.

Request: Can you do 21 with Owen pretty please :)

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“Let me fix you.” You mumbled, reaching for the gauze that sat on the table near you. Your thoughts were jumbling together and your hands were visibly shaking.

Your eyes fogged over with tears and you sniffled as you began to unwrap the gauze. Your hands felt like bricks and you couldn’t seem to rip off a piece of gauze, which frustrated you greatly.

Owen’s hand gently took the roll from your hands and ripped off the piece with no problem. He looked up at you from the chair he was sat in with a worried expression.

“Hey,” His voice caught your attention, his hand swiping your wrist before you could turn away from him. You couldn’t help but feel the millions of butterflies erupt in your stomach because of the slight rasp in his voice.

“Y/n. Eyes on me, okay?” Why does he have to do this? To many feels were crashing around inside of you now. But you turned your gaze towards him, pain washed through his features when he saw your tear stained cheeks.

“At least I’m not dead.” He joked, trying to make you smile. It worked, a small smile formed on your lips but you still rolled your eyes. “No need for tears if I’m not dead or dying, alright? Seeing you cry hurts more than this.” He motioned towards his stomach where the injury was.

“Just let me fix you.” You gave him a weak laugh before wiping away the remaining tears and beginning to patch him up. “Seeing you in pain hurts more than anything, Owen.”

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃
  • : : PART TWO (THIS IS SO BIZARRE BUT I'M SO PROUD OF IT. HAPPY HALLOWEEN, LOVELIES) X
  • *Slughorn's party*
  • John: *waiting*
  • Sherlock: *approaching; apparently headless, his head tucked under his arm*
  • John: *horrified* Oh my God!
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* For the love of Merlin, John. It's a spell.
  • John: *blinking* Yeah but- *waves his hand where Sherlock's head's supposed to be* bloody hell, what happened to Jack Skellington?
  • Sherlock: I don't know what that is.
  • John: *shakes his head* Fucking show off.
  • Mary: *bringing over drinks; smirks* You bottled it, then?
  • Sherlock: *takes the drink* I think she'll be impressed.
  • Mary: *crouches until she's eye level with him* You're pathetic.
  • Sherlock: *swallows his drink with great difficulty* I know. Where is she?
  • Mary: By the punch.
  • -at the punch bowl-
  • Molly: *making drinks*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat*
  • Molly: *smiles* I was wondering when you'd- *turns around; slowly looks down at his face* -get here.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I considered joining the Headless Hunt. No luck.
  • Molly: *impressed* You never give anyone else a chance, do you?
  • Sherlock: *smug* Nope. Dance with me.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Now this should be interesting.
  • -by the fireplace-
  • John & Mary: *watching Sherlock and Molly dance, his disembodied head watching happily*
  • John: *disturbed* This has to be the weirdest thing I've ever seen.
  • Mary: *grinning* Really? We should stick around until they start snogging, then.
  • John: *grimaces* You had to say that, didn't you?

anonymous asked:

Hi! I see you have a really pretty new icon. Did you draw it and is it a picture you've posted? Thanks!

Yee I drew it. No it isn’t posted

You’ll probably see it in a few weeks… if I manage to finish the series I’m planning for this ;) I’m glad you like it, and thanks! 

GUESS WHICH AU (and is it obvious who it is)

(is there a fic for this au? no ship is complete without this au. i love this au. i need this au like i need sleep)

I was looking through my folders and found this old wip? so I polished it up a lil and here it is! Asuna and Lisbeth are my fav SAO characters by far, I really wish we got to see more of their relationship

Michfest dying is like when the shitty douchefuck villain keeps trying to fuck up the protagonist and finally the villain gets defeated and is hanging over a cliff and the protag is like, “shit, grab my hand!”

And the villain is holding on to the protagonist’s hand and the protag is saying, “look we don’t have to fight, i’ll just haul you up, we can end this”

And the villain stares her in the eye and says, “I will never stoop so low as to have peace with you” and lets go of her hand, dropping like a brick to a grisly off camera death far below, never breaking eye contact.

Michfest is a mustache twirling asshole who would rather splatter on the ground than stop being transmisogynist lmao

Arrow Fic: I’m a Slave to the Wires

AU - Felicity is an entertainment reporter who just decided she’s quitting her job. Oliver is the star of a major network TV show who owes her a 15-minute phone interview.

A/N: Never planned on trying an AU, but this weird little fluffy kind-of-meta thing just kind of came out. Let me know if you like!

I’m a Slave to the Wires

AO3 / ff.net

“I’m gonna step out for a sec,” Tommy tells him. “You good for this last one? I gotta meet Laurel at the front gate. I’ll be back in ten.”

Oliver’s only response is half-whine/half-groan, looking at the phone at his hand, and then back up at his friend and publicist.

“That’s all you’ve got to give ‘em, ten minutes,” Tommy pleads. “Come on buddy, I know you got one more in you. Just remember, tease ‘em up, but don’t let ‘em finish.”

“You’re disgusting.”

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