have i finally made it on the internet

anonymous asked:

Please Please Please spread the word about Restore Internet Freedom Act. The bill was made by republicans to mislead Americans into voting against Net Neutrality and it passes May 18th. I know your blog isn't meant for this crap, but I don't have a big enough follower count to bring it to the light. It really is the final nail in the coffin for Net Neutrality

1.“How did you managed to lose a thirty years old man in a supermarket?”

2.“Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

3.“You can’t live by quoting emo bands for the rest of your life”

4. “What’s up with her?”
“March 22”
“Oh God”

5. “Why would his husband kill him?”

6. “There’s no other way of making easy money. ”

“You never thought about prostitution, did you?”

7. “And she stole my last bit of–”
“Hope?”
“Chocolate”

8. “I may be a hacker but I’m no murderer.”
“The term is hunter”
“Don’t correct me”

9. “I’m sorry but Obama’s not coming back”

10.“You don’t drown people in public pools”

11.“Can we pass today’s ‘How to be a murderer’ lesson?”

12.“He’s gonna be fine”
“You threw him in a well!”

13.“I haven’t slept in six months, do you really want to put up with me?”

14.“Go home, you’re drunk”

15.“Stop touching my hair!”
“But it’s so soft!”

16.“We’re not going to a church with you dressed like that”

17.“I never thought of reading The Bible but I might rethink this life choice. And all my other life choices. I think I’m going in existential crisis, bye”

18.“Hello, hello! Can you hear me?”
“Stop quoting Lana del Rey, for the love of God!”

19.“It’s only interesting if you’re talking about Fall Out Boy”

20.“I’m not high, I’m just really tired”
21.“Don’t broke into people’s houses!”
“How’d you got here again?”

22.“I may be dangerous but have you met my wife?”

23.“Are you silently judging me?”

“Of course not, if I judge people I’ll make sure they hear me”

24.“I’m scared of her.”
“She’s nineteen”
25.“Don’t yell at me! When people yell at me I start yelling at people and I’m not sure you want to hear a Romanian yelling at you!”

26.“You did what?”

27.“I’m not saying she’s a gold digger, I’m saying she’s a… power digger”

28.“Can you stop crying?”
“MCR broke up four years ago, what do you mean stop crying?”

29.“The bad guy’s in jail, my uncle is in the Hospital recovering and I finally got my cigarettes back”

30.“We found her playing guitar in a Devil’s Trap”

31.“I don’t react good after earthquakes and you know it!”

32.“Why do you have a photo of you in Nazi clothes?”
“Aesthetic”

33.“I’m not saying you’re too old for the internet, I’m saying you’re too old to be cool on the internet.”

34.“Why is our sink made out of jelly and why is there orange juice instead of water?”

35.“You should really start packing your– Is that my laptop?”

36.“Is your brother in law seriously Satan?”

37.“Why do the Greek Gods have a restraining order against you?”

38.“What do you mean that’s not how to get tumblr popular?”

39.“Don’t listen to them, lyrics spam is always the answer.”

40.“How ‘bout you give up?”

I think it hit at the end

🚨PLEASE READ🚨

This is going to sound really desperate
But please read all of it.

My parents have been denying me a cat for the last eight years. I have made powerpoints and have even pulled up free kittens on the Internet in hopes of getting one. They said if I get 6,000 likes I could finally have one, but that’s absolutely impossible. But I would still really appreciate if you would like and reblog this so maybe if I get enough they can reconsider. I know there are a lot more important issues on here but please take a minute if your time and like or reblog.

UPDATE!!! I GOT THE KITTEN!!!
Lopapeysa – the significance of patterns in the Icelandic sweater: introduction

So I promised a while back that I would publish my BA thesis about Icelandic sweaters for you guys – here’s the first part! I made my thesis about sweater patterns, even though I’m actually studying graphic design, so the main focus of the thesis is on the designs on the sweaters. I decided to publish them in parts, chapter by chapter, so that it wouldn’t be one big chunk to read. I’ll tag the parts with a tag lopapeysa thesis so it’s easy to follow the parts. This is the introduction part, and later on I’ll go deeper into the history and future of the sweater. If you have any questions or opinions on the way, feel free to send an ask, start a conversation in the reply box or reblog with your comments! :) 


Introduction

Like in other Nordic countries, children in Finland learn to knit in elementary school. Like many other kids, I also made my first socks when I was about 10 years old – they were horrible and I hated every moment of making them. The Finnish school system failed to inspire me to continue knitting in my free time, but since those days, I have rediscovered knitting on my own. I made my first “Icelandic sweater” in 2013 from Finnish wool (Figure 1) and got closer to my passion when I moved to Reykjavik in the fall of 2015. As an avid knitter and a graphic design student living in Reykjavík, it was only natural that I would be drawn to the graphic patterns of the Icelandic sweater, lopapeysa. Ever since I came to Iceland, I must have knitted countless of socks and mittens and a dozen sweaters from different Icelandic wool-types and gone through a variety of patterns and techniques. In my opinion as a knitter, knitting the pattern on the yoke is the best part in making the sweater – it is at the same time very repetitive and easy to follow, but at times challenging and exciting to work with. This lead me to examine the work that goes into designing the patterns and how they have formed over the years.

Figure 1: My first Icelandic sweater, “Dalur” from the book “Knitting with Icelandic wool”.

When I first got introduced to the Icelandic sweaters, I thought the graphic patterns in the yoke were the defining factor – but are there other factors that are more important? In this thesis, I will try to find out what really is the signifigance of the patterns in the Icelandic sweater and how have the patterns developed over the years. Where do the patterns draw inspiration from? How are they designed and who designs them? Have the patterns changed with the current trends and fashion?

To find answers to these questions, I will have to start from the beginning: the material of the sweaters. I will go through a brief introduction of the materials and techniques used to make the sweaters by researching pattern books and publications about yarn production. Following the history of the material, I will take a look at how the knitting traditions of the surrounding nations have influenced the patterns, and how much of Iceland’s own tradition is truly included in the pattern designs. As a graphic designer, the design process that goes into making the patterns is of particular interest to me: what restrictions does the sweater’s shape and material bring to the designer, and on the other hand, what possibilities does it offer? In a world of blogs and social media platforms, anyone can be a designer; this is why I will also see how has the internet affected the rise of Icelandic sweater’s popularity amongst knitters and how do people share their designs? Finally, I will take a look at how the patterns have morphed from traditional into more modern adaptations and how the sweater has made its way to mainstream fashion in Iceland and internationally.

There have been a number of papers and research articles written about Icelandic wool, sweaters and knitting traditions, most of them written in Icelandic. Due to language restrictions, the material I’m examining is mainly in English, although some publications like Sjónabók (a recreated collection of the traditional box patterns), Ull verður gull (the history of wool production in Iceland by Magnús Guðmundsson) and others I had to include in the research, since they provide too many good insights to ignore them. From the English material a big portion are pattern books translated from Icelandic to English, such as Knitting with Icelandic wool (introduction by Elsa E. Guðjónsson) and blog posts on the subject. Some articles published in English provide great overlook on the history and tradition of the sweaters, such as Nation in a sheep’s coat: The Icelandic sweater (by Guðrun Helgadóttir) and shed light on the politic history of the sweater as well. As I look into the current situation of the sweater, I will also use blogs and social media platforms such as Facebook, Raverly and Instagram to find out what influence they’ve had in the sweater designing.

I chose this subject because I see many things in common with knitdesign and graphic design: both diciplines are subject to technical constrain and constant pressure on marketing, and both fields have a similar working process. Due to the fact that this is a thesis focusing on the graphic side of Icelandic sweaters, I have chosen to include many pictures. The pictures in the thesis are shown relatively large, since the focus is on the patterns of the sweaters, and no details can be spared.

god bless the internet

Okay 20 odd years ago i was oddly terrified of home economics classes because:

a. can’t cook

b. can’t sew/embroider

c. can’t crochet

d. can’t household worth a damn

The teachers back in grade school tended to assume we were taught crochet and sewing basics by our respective mamas and grandmamas and kinda zipped us along in class.  I didn’t learn how to properly operate an old school non-electric sewing machine until high school, because FINALLY there was one student to a sewing machine, so I could figure it out and realize “WELL SHIT SON I CAN MAKE MYSELF NICE THINGS AND I LIKE IT.”

(I made myself a quilted bag.  It lasted all four years of high school.)

Also, there was the whole uncomfortable subtext of “YOU WILL BE A FAILBOAT AS A WOMAN AND A WIFE AND MOTHER IF YOU CANNOT HOUSEHOLD” which gets my gander up because FUCK THAT NOISE, WHY AREN’T YOU TEACHING THIS SHIT TO BOYS TOO? I WAS NOT BORN TO BE THEIR FUCKING MAIDS. 

(Obviously, I more or less got through this because actually, man or no man, knowing how to household ARE USEFUL SURVIVAL SKILLS THAT ANY PERSON SHOULD KNOW - SO MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN SANDWICH AND SEW YOUR OWN DAMN BUTTONS.)

But now it’s not about being a “proper lady” - it’s simply knowing how to make things with your own hands, using string and needle and hook and yarn and creating pretty things that you can admire, use or both.  It’s knowing that you created an actual work of art with needle and thread - and embroidery/cross-stitching is an art form, even if you’re following counted cross stitch patterns.  THAT SHIT IS HARD AND TAKES PATIENCE AND CARE AND CRAFT, OKAY?

It’s finally picking up that crochet hook and yarn and relearning an old skill and learning new tricks along the way and making something pretty and useful knowing that it’s not about grades, it’s the satisfaction of having made something pretty and useful. 

And God bless the internet because I can quietly lurk on youtube and watch tutorial videos and figure stuff out.  God bless the Internet because I no longer feel like my clumsy, idiot nine year old self who couldn’t seem to follow along Teacher’s apparently simple and easy instructions, who kept being told that my stitches were “too tight” and who was made to feel like I’d be a failure at life if I couldn’t pass this “simple” class. 

Now when I feel the need to “unplug” from Real Life, I can just grab my craft bag of threads, needles, yarn and hooks and choose whether I’ll make myself a doily or continue my current cross stitch project. 

Remember that alternate forms pokemon meme? remember it was soon replaced with the crossbreed pokemon meme? well, by the time those memes were hot on the internet I had no computer or scanner, and I had this Idea sitting there, but by the time I recovered my scanner the meme was no longer that relevant. However, thanks to pokemon sun and moon coming soon and thanks to some first gen pokemons having alternative “alola” forms, I think it was time I finally made this thing

I always tought it would be fun to se how different climates will affect a torterra’s shell garden, knowing the same plants dont grow in different ecosystems, and maybe crossing a torterra with different grass pokemon will make them suitable for their respective climates as seen in the picture

The first two are the most tropical ideas I had, one based on a tropical Island like hawaii and the other based on a rainforest or jungle, I know the moai heads are found on an Island too but please just coup with me a little

The third one is a frozen forest, this seemed to fit since off the 5 pokemons with alola forms, 4 are now Ice types, I asume we will be getting an island with snowe mountains and such

The fourth is based on a garden pond, it seems there will be a more asian inspired island, and all I could think about where japanese gardens, and even when we all see ludicolo as a mexican dancing tree, it is designed after lilypads and kappas, the latest being japanese not mexican

and thats pretty much it, I has been wanting to make this for a long time but couldnt find the inspiration to, until now

anonymous asked:

Isayama made a new post on his blog about Armin, do you happen to know what he is saying?

Isayama’s message in this month’s magazine is “Finally reach(ed) the scene that I have been thinking about drawing, and I share the same feeling with Armen.”

Fans on the internet have been wondering if “Armen” is a typo. Isayama just made a blog post to explain “Armen means ‘My Men.’”

I did a rouge translation and here it is. He talked about the character of Armin is influenced by one of his friends back in his hometown. When they were elementary school students, they used to play B-Daman and airguns together. His friend kept saying “even though I can’t buy the goodies I want as a kid, I will buy them all after I become an adult and can use my money freely.” And after his friend became an adult, bought the things he wanted as a child, he came to Isayama and said “It’s indeed so good! These are the best!” However, Isayama has totally lost his interest in B-Daman, Yugioh-Card and such things as a man in his thirties. While his friend kept his innocence and feelings as a child, Isayama felt kinda sad and regretful that he “killed” his young self. 

Isayama did not think about projecting his friend as Armin when he first drew. But drawing manga may be like a psychology test and now he realizes it. So maybe the “pure self” that isayama once killed of himself is Armin.

Notes (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

HEY GUYS CELEBRATING 50 FOLLOWERS WITH WHAT I HOPE TURNS OUT TO BE AN EXTRA LONG AND CUTE IMAGINE? ENJOY LOVES

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

For as long as you’ve known Bucky, you’ve known him to be a quiet and reserved person. You understood why, of course, and you never pushed him past his comfort zone. Though, over the past few months you have tried to weasel your way past his walls and become his friend. Honestly, it was one of your main goals for the last four months. 

You were running out of ideas, though. You tried talking to him, cracking jokes, anything and everything you could think of to get the guy to like you. Still, he kept his reserved thing going on around you, which made you mad. You were just about to give up, until a new idea struck you. 

You were sitting in the television room of the Avenger Tower, frowning after your latest attempt at becoming Bucky’s friend had backfired.  You didn’t even notice Sam walk into the room and sit beside you. 

“What’s got you so down in the dumps, (y/n)?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch, making you slightly bounce in your seat.

“Oh nothing. i’m fine. What’s up with you?” You tried to dodge his question, flashing a smile at him, causing him to chuckle. 

“Oh nothing,” he started, mocking your tone, “just getting read to leave for a mission.” At this statement you quirked your eyebrows, as you hadn’t heard anyone was leaving for a mission. 

“Oh? Is it a solo mission?” You asked, becoming interested. You wanted to know where he was going in case he needed backup. No matter how annoying Sam was to you, he was still one of your good friends. 

“Oh no, Barnes is coming with me, and maybe Nat. It’s just a day mission, we should be back late tonight,” Sam filled you in, and then he stared at you expectantly. 

“Ugh, a day mission. I get to play mom and pack you all lunches,” You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly.  

When you arrived at the tower, you were very quiet and shy. In your life before the tower, you didn’t have many friends, and survived on your own, often homeless. You weren’t used to all the nice people and things, and it kind of overwhelmed you. So for the first couple of months of your residence, you spent most of your time in your room. 

Eventually, you loosened up, and your protective, loving, and fluffy side was coaxed out of you. This side of you took up long-term residency, making you a genuinely bubbly and sweet person most of the time. You had a motherly sort of nature towards the rest of the group, even though you were one of the youngest.

This motherly side of you was discovered when, one day, half the team was called for an all day mission. They were going to spend most of there time cooped up all day observing their target. You decided that they were probably going to be super hungry, so you took it upon yourself to pack them lunches. When you gave it to them just before they left, they all laughed and thanked you. From then on, you made everyone lunches when they were going out on all-day missions. It was kind of your thing. 

You smiled at the memory, but were brought back to reality by Sam snapping his fingers in front of your face. You giggled and turned your attention back to him. 

“Right, well it looks like I am going to have to go pack three lunches, just in case Nat does go with you boys,” You said finally, hoisting yourself up off the couch. You made your way out into the kitchen, pulling three brown paper bags out from one of the cabinets. 

You wrote ‘Sam’ on one with a little heart next to his name, like you did with everyone. After you did ‘Bucky’ with a few extra hearts scattered around. Finally, you did ‘Nat <3′ with the annoying internet heart you reserved just for your best friend. 

Once you finished making the lunches and packing them into each bag, you were about to roll the bags closed, when an idea sprung into your head. You ran out of the room and into the living room, where you knew Wanda’s multicolored Sharpies were located. Grabbing the purple Sharpie and a little blue post-it-note, you ran back into the kitchen. You scribbled hastily, before slipping the post-it into Bucky’s lunch, and sealing them up.

Twenty minutes later you stood to the side as the three Avengers got their mission brief. Once it was over, you walked up to them with a smile. 

“Okay, kiddos, be safe, have fun, and don’t do anything stupid. Here’s your lunches,” with that, you gave each of them their assigned lunch.

“Yes mother, thank you for the lunch. I’ll try to come home in one piece,”Sam joked, but you glared at him.

“You better come home in one piece, birdbrain,” you said seriously, though you cracked a smile after, “Off you go, guys, bye-bye!” With that, they all left.

Two hours later, Bucky, Sam, and Nat were sitting in what was virtually a hole, bored out of their minds. 

“Guys, I’m bored, lunch time?” Sam asked, and his two colleagues nodded. They all brought out their lunches, unrolling the bag and eagerly pulling everything out. They wolfed down their food, enjoying every bite. Their favorite thing about having (y/n) pack their lunches, is that she knew all their favorite foods, and put together the best lunches for each. 

Bucky finished his last, as he was still keeping his eye on the target as he ate. He was just about to crumple up the bag, when a flash of electric blue caught his eye at the bottom of it. He reached in, and took out a small slip of paper from inside. He noticed (y/n)’s messy cursive writing and smiled, reading the paper. 

Hey Bucky!

So I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been trying to become your friend for a long time. But nothing works. So yup. Enjoy your lunch :)

Bucky laughed, though he was confused. He didn’t notice you trying to become his friend, and he figured he must just be blind as a bat with rusty people skills. By now, Nat and Sam noticed the paper, and were giving him questioning looks. He simply passed the note to Nat, who read it and then passed it to Sam. 

“Dude, you have to talk to her when you get home! Having her as a friend is like the best thing to ever happen to you,” Sam whisper-shouted, and Nat nodded vigorously in agreement. 

“Okay, okay. I can’t believe I never noticed,” Bucky chuckled at his own obliviousness. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait for this mission to be over so he could see you again. 

Okay guys, not my best work, but I hope you enjoy. Happy 50 followers!

Hug Me [J-Hope/Hoseok; Angst]

“As the days pass it grew bigger, this vacant space of yours. Oh shit, it used to be so beautiful the flower bed we watered, even still, all the full blooms have become only memories.” 

[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans ] 

Hoseok x Reader; angst, some fluff

Summary: You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go. 

{A/N: I had read about a true story in the internet a long time ago and it still resonates with me to this day so I got the inspiration from that story and also the song. Hope you enjoy my first attempt at full angst xO}


Originally posted by jhopies

          When you had said yes to marrying Hoseok, you had imagined your life would be endless sunshine, giggles, cuddling, and dancing in the rain like it was when you were dating. But somewhere along the way that glass globe of happiness broke and you began drifting apart.

           Now moments were spent alone and feeling lonely. You had a young daughter to tend to and he was always busy with work. By the time he got home, you were in bed and he would leave for work, day after day without seeing each other.

           The house was now silent, save the laughter of your child or the sounds coming from the television. When you had the chance to eat together, the air was stifling, neither one of you knew what to say to the other anymore.

           And you knew.

           You knew that he had fallen out of love with you.

           You weren’t the person he had married. You were thinner now. You were less energetic and you no longer had that twinkle in your eye. Hoseok touched you less and less, and you passed each other as if you were strangers in your own home. You slept with your backs turned, wondering when it had spiraled down.

           The first time you knew he had fallen in love with someone else was when you smelled perfume on his shirts as you were doing the laundry. Then he came home with a bright smile, the same smile that used to be directed at you. The smile would fade when you came to greet him, but he was your husband, there was nothing about him that didn’t go unnoticed. Slowly, he stopped coming home every day, and it tore you to pieces.

           But nonetheless, you couldn’t leave him.

           You wept, hugging yourself, curled in a sea of blankets in the bed that felt twice as large without Hoseok in it. Yet every morning without fail, you made him coffee and breakfast just in case he came by in the morning to change suits.


           Hoseok knew what he was doing was wrong, but his heart no longer fluttered when he looked at his wife. He no longer felt the desire to share things with her or even take her on a date. They had begun shutting each other out and he had begun being drawn to one of his gorgeous co-workers.

           She was aggressive like she used to be, initiating the physical contact daringly. She played with his hair when they were alone like his wife used to. He felt more at home in her arms, than in his own house with his wife and child.

           "Marry me.“ She whispered one night as they lay in bed, entangled in each other’s bodies.

           Hoseok’s heart fluttered at the command, and he kissed her on the forehead. "Let me tell my wife first and then I’ll ask you properly.”

           She smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Hoseok smiled. He was finally going to free himself from his current stifling marriage.


           You weren’t surprised when Hoseok finally asked for a divorce. You had been waiting for some time now. You knew he wasn’t working overnight whenever he said so, but lying in bed with another. But you knew you could no longer give him the happiness he deserved. Regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to break off the marriage first.

           Although he was breaking your heart and although he was lying to you and sneaking around, you still loved him with all of your heart. He was your only husband, your only love. And it wasn’t entirely his fault that your marriage had turned into icy stares and cold expressions.

           He had the papers all set and ready. All he wanted you to do was sign it.

           "Let’s not stop ourselves from being happy, Y/N.“ he whispered, trying to justify himself.

           He knew you saw through his lies, but the fact that you had never gotten angry at him burdened him more. He couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing his guilt would eat at him when he saw the genuine sadness in them. He had promised to make you happy forever when he proposed, but neither of you were able to keep your wedding promises.

           You took the paper gently out of his grasp and smiled warmly.

           "Hoseok.”

           His eyes fluttered towards you. It had been a while since you had called his name. Come to think about it, it had been a long time since he had heard your voice. His heart hurt at what had become of you two, but knew that he was making the right decision.

           "I’ll sign this, but can you promise to do something for me first?“ you whispered.

           Hoseok nodded his head. You had never asked him for a favor in years. You always cared for him and your daughter on your own.

           "All I’m asking for is a month.”

           Hoseok observed her eyes look down solemnly.

           "For a month, carry me to and out of bed, and hug me when we sleep.“

           Hoseok stared at you in confusion. That was all you wanted? Why was that all you wanted from him?

           "And even if it’s not true anymore, tell me that you love me before we sleep and when we wake up.”

           Hoseok could hear your voice faltering and he also felt a lump form in his throat at your words. You really had known all along.

           "For a month then.“ Hoseok breathed.

           He owed you that much after all.


           After explaining the situation to his girlfriend, Hoseok was home every day. He had given you the divorce papers to hold onto until the end of the month, as a sign that he was going to fulfill his promise. Your heart raced at the thought of him holding you once again. It became something you looked forward to.

           On the first day, it was awkward. He wasn’t sure where to put his hands and you weren’t sure if it would be okay to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you. It solidified more than ever that you two had become strangers. You had known each other for years, but the people you were now were probably the worst versions of each other. Versions that you had never thought would surface.  

           He carried you to bed quietly, realizing that neither of you had been this near to each other in so long. Gently, he laid you down and slipped in next to you. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks at the feeling. Although, his hold was loose and hesitant, his warmth was still close to you finally. You had craved it for so long but knew it was too much to ask for, especially now that his heart belonged to another. You were reminded of all the nights you two had cuddled and talked about your future together.

           How foolish you two were. How foolish, yet how in love.  

           Hoseok felt your body shaking and he heard your stifled cries. It hurt him to see you like this and it pained him that things didn’t work out the way either of you had imagined. You were crying because of him yet he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you tighter to comfort you.

           "I love you.” he whispered and your body shook even harder at his empty confession.

           A tear rolled down his cheek as well. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep to the sounds of your sobs with a heavy heart.

           "I love you.“ Hoseok stated as soon as you opened your eyes.

           With a pained smile, you gazed at him. He lifted you in his arms and took you to the kitchen. While he was getting ready for work, you made him breakfast. Silently, you two sat across the table. You fed your child while he scrolled through his phone and ate.


           On the second week of the promise, it had become a routine for you two. Hoseok picked you up easily and now he dared to wrap his arms around you tighter before bed. In the middle of the night, he would find you turned around, facing him yet still in his embrace. He took this time to study your features lovingly, where no one would judge or catch him staring. Then he would pull you to his chest; feeling your unconscious smile against his skin sent butterflies to his stomach.

           Your daughter looked forward to the mornings when she would see Hoseok carrying you out.

           "You look like a prince carrying a princess, daddy ~” she grinned and squealed excitedly, insisting that she wanted to be carried like that too.

           The mood drastically changed in your house towards the end of the second week. Hoseok took the weekend off from work to spend time with you two. He wasn’t sure what changed, but he wanted to know more about what you two did while he was gone. He watched you play pretend with your daughter and carry her like she was a superhero. His heart melted at the way you smiled and at the sound of your laughter. That weekend all three of you sat and shared stories, some real, and some pretend. It felt like you were family again.

           During this time, Hoseok carried you confidently to the bedroom with a grin plastered on his face. He snuggled close to your body and you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he whispered, “I love you.” It never failed to bring tears to your eyes, knowing it was going to all end soon.

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Jared Leto Imagine - His ‘friends’ are mean to you

Anonymous said:Can you do an imagine with Jared and the reader , the reader goes to one of his shows and backstage when Jared steps away for a sec some of Jared’s friends make fun and call her a groupie and the reader gets really uncomfortable and leave and Jared gets pissed and all that , you know how to make a good story happen💞

A/N: Hi love and thanks for requesting. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it :)

Also if someone doesn’t know what a groupie is, I’ll help you out. A groupie = A young woman who seeks to achieve status by having sex with rock musicians, roadies, security, and other band-related guys.


Your P.O.V.

My entire body felt like a bottle of coke that had been shaken too much. I was simply so excited and happy today. Why? I won a internet competition and now I’d have a meet and greet with Jared Leto from 30 Seconds To Mars! He was my idol and I couldn’t be gladder to see him in person. 

After two weeks of waiting , the moment was finally here. I made sure that my outfit was on point before going further inside. I was wearing blue shorts, a long sleeved white shirt, fishnet socks with black boots. Then I had my echelon necklace and a few rings. I didn’t do much to my hair, because I didn’t want to seem overdone. The most important thing was the fact that I’d meet him.

So with a pass around my neck I was allowed to the backroom where Jared was. He was shooting for a movie these times, but he made time for this. So basically I was here at the set with loads of people around us.I didn’t mind. A big metallic green door opened and a guard told me to go. That I did.

He was right there in front of my eyes. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on my idol. He was talking to a group of men and they seemed to have a nice conversation. Time seemed to freeze. I mean, he was there for real! Jared fucking Leto in his fancy ass clothes and that slick look on his entire body. He had black pants, grey sneakers and a blue button-up shirt.His brown hair was put back with gel and he had a short stubble, because he had to shave his cute beard for this role.  Then he turned around, probably because he heard the door.

‘’Hi!’’ He chirped happily when he saw me. Jesus christ. What was air? ‘’Hi’’ I tried to say as normally as I could, but the second I moved my mouth, I wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Jared noticed that I was struggling to do anything so he walked over with his strong arms wide open. It was very inviting to hug him. So I did that. I wrapped my arms around him and felt how he did the same to me, squeezing me into a real nice hug. He smelled really nice, like cologne. Then he was warm. His hug just confirmed that he was real, he existed!

‘’So you’re the lucky gal?’’ Jared asked me happily after a while. I stepped back and looked into his blue eyes. It was so surreal. ‘’I guess so’’ I answered him. To my surprise I was shy. ‘’I’m Y/N’’ I added, for some reason needing to tell him my name. ‘’That’s a pretty name. I’m Jared’’ He let me know and I laughed. Of course I knew who he was. ‘’Oh shoot’’ He suddenly breathed out sharply. He touched his torso and then his pockets, like he was looking for something. ‘’I’m gonna go and get the camera so we can take a picture. I’ll be back before you know it’’ Jared promised me. I nodded and he hurried to find a camera. He was literally jogging. I was left alone with his friends.

‘’So what will your story be?’’ One of them with raven black hair spoke up. I turned to look at the small gang with only three men now. ‘’Huh?’’ I gave him a confused look. They shared a laugh and then came closer, making me a little nervous. ‘’How will you try to fuck him?’’ The same man cleared his words. My eyes widened in surprise. Was he serious? ‘’I..I’m not trying to do that’’ I defended myself, suddenly feeling really bad. Why would they think so?

‘’Save it girl, you’re obviously some kind of a slut. Just look at you!’’ The guy with dark brown hair and a huge white T spat this time. Ouch. My breath hitched in my throat. They all checked me out with nasty looks. ‘’Just admit it, you’re a groupie’’ The last man spoke. That felt really bad. ‘’No I’m not!’’ I sighed and shut my eyes for a while.

‘’Well your lies ain’t bulletproof. You should go before he comes back. We don’t have time to fuck around, you’re wasting time’’ The raven guy told me harshly. Suddenly my eyes stung. I felt like crying and those tears wouldn’t be happy tears. ‘’But I came to see him, not to fuck him’’ I whimpered, blinking away tears that foolishly landed down my face. It felt bad, really bad.

‘’Go on, leave. Tears won’t save a nasty little groupie. What if you’ve got aids or something?’’ One of them laughed out loud, making the others laugh as well. That’s it. Jared would come back seeing me in tears and he’d never believe me. I turned around and headed towards the door. This felt unreal. I never expected to leave early feeling like total shit.

Before I could push the door open, I heard Jared’s voice. ‘’Guys what the hell?’’ He barked, sounding angry as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine and I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my tears in. ‘’We’re just helping ya out mate’’ One of them scoffed, playing innocent. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. ‘’Get out of here now before I get angrier’’ Jared warned his so called friends. Then I heard his footsteps coming closer. ‘’Are you serious?’’ One of the guys asked Jared in disbelief.

‘’I said get the hell away from me or else you’ll regret staying’’ He yelled loudly, making me flinch. Talk about a first meeting gone wrong. A couple seconds later we were left alone and I felt like I would burst. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around so he could see my face. He didn’t seem angry anymore, more disappointed. 

‘’I’m so sorry’’ He whispered and put a hand on my jaw, making me look at him. I tried to speak, but I was choking on tears so nothing came out. Instead I shook my head and faked a smile. ‘’I don’t know why they would say those things..damn’’ Jared continued and then took a deep breath. ‘’It’s okay’’ I lied, not wanting to bother him. 

Meeting Jared was overwhelming enough but this was over the top. If I’d be home, I’d put Thirty Seconds To Mars on my speakers and cry out to them. Now I felt lost and confused. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt too anxious to keep it in. ‘’It’s not okay. That’s really a dick ass move from them’’ He growled under his breath. Jared seemed upset as well, but more angry upset. ‘’Maybe I should go, I don’t want to ruin anything’’ I thought out loud. I tried to step back, but Jared didn’t let me off hook so easily. He grabbed my wrists and more or less forced me to stay.

‘’Y/N’’ He said my name seriously. That’s all it took to make the tears fall down my face. I sniffled and then I looked down, attempting to hide my face from him. Damn this was embarrassing. ‘’I think that we should have a second chance to meet. One without those douche bags’’ Jared started something suggestive. What was he talking about? ‘’How about I make it up to you and we go out and do something sometime?’’ He suggested hopefully. I looked at him like he was joking. Then he saw that I was crying.

jared wiped away my tears with his thumb, making me feel better. ‘’Would that be fun?’’ He cooed after a while. I nodded and then cracked a small smile. Man this guy knew what to do. ‘’That’s good’’ He smiled back and pulled me close. I knew he was a cuddler, but this was really comforting. ‘’So how about we calm down, ignore those idiots, take some pics, walk around and then change numbers?’’ Jared made a plan. ‘’That sounds neat’’ I replied and felt much better. I was so surprised that he decided to comfort me and tell his friends to go away. I was just a fan after all.

‘’That’s good to hear’’ He admitted and patted my back. Now I sure knew why he was my idol. Not only was he a good artist, but he was an amazing person.

Jealous Much?

This one is kind of short, but I had to post something for y’all! My classes are hounding me with papers right now so I’ve been quite busy, and I’m taking SATs this Saturday. Wish me luck :( 

Prompt: 81. “Who’s texting you?” - “Umm. nobody.”

Fandom: Riverdale 

 Ships: Jughead x Reader 

Characters: Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews

 Warnings: none 

 My precious Jealous™ Jughead is here and I love him. And also this is so Tumblr I couldn’t help it. 

I will be using italics for texting/messaging in this.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

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You sat down at the usual table outside with your friends, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie. Betty and Kevin were both still in class finishing a chemistry lab. Pulling out your phone, you logged onto your favourite blogging website, Tumblr and saw that you had a message from someone you’d been mutuals with for over a year (A/N: I made up an account name for this so if its real it by no means is you! the first one is the mutual and second is you).

Keep reading

Love is strange, yet magical.

This ship still gives me feels. I wanna go see the movie again ; w;

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I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS AND IT’S THE BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER

I have been waiting years for Unsolved Mysteries to be made officially available again, as its copyright holders have completely scrubbed all unofficial sources off the internet. I’m so happy they finally listened to the fans and made a deal with Amazon!!

It never faded

Harry imagine where he turns up at your door after you guys broke up. I really hope you guys will like this imagine and that you’ll set aside the time to read it. :)
A lot of fluff and emotions ahead, no mature content aside from some harsh words.

Again, picture is not mine. Some beautiful member of the internet blessed us with it.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry and one week since he had last tried to call me. Our break up had been a messy one, filled with screaming and crying. Words were shouted neither of us could ever truly mean and when I had finally cried that I wanted our relationship to be over, Harry was just as surprised as I was. And yet I didn’t take it back. And he didn’t try to stop me. I somewhat calmly went upstairs, packed the few belongings I had at brought to his place, and left without a word of goodbye.

I traveled back to my hometown and moved in with my old flatmate. She still owned the same apartment I had lived in when Harry had first come around and swept me off my feet. After dating for two months I agreed to go to London with him, which now I knew had been a mistake. Moving in with someone after knowing them for so short had not been a smart move. Literally.
Soon what had once been a loving relationship turned into two people trying to adjust to each other’s lifestyles and utterly failing at it. After his band got back on the road, it was like I was in a relationship with a ghost. The distance felt unbearable and with time differences and crappy internet connection, not even the few skype calls that we made could change that.

I wasn’t any happier being away from him now, but I comforted myself with the thought that at least I didn’t have to try and pretend to be anymore. After sulking in bed for a week, mourning my failed relationship, I was ready to move on. I still loved Harry with everything I had, truly. But after ignoring the first few voice messages of him sobbing into his phone I received messages of him lulling how glad he was that I had finally fucked off, how much better he was doing, that it would be as easy as counting to three to find a new girl to take my place.
It hurt of course, but if he was fine without me than why shouldn’t I be alright without him?

“Is it okay if I leave you alone tonight?” my flatmate Kylie asked standing in the doorway.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, folding the shirt I was currently holding.

“You’ve been crying on a daily basis when all of a sudden you just stopped all together. It’s not normal. I’m kind of waiting for you to snap and explode or something.”

“What would seem normal to you then?” I asked with a laugh.

She jokingly tapped her finger to her chin. “Maybe you begging me to go egg his fancy ass house.”

“Not gonna happen,” I giggled while shaking my head. “But seriously, I’m alright. And I’ll survive a night without you hovering over me like a mother hen.”

Kylie threw her head back at that and laughed: “So it’s okay for the mother hen to go out for the night?”

“Of course it is,” I assured.

“You’re sure? I can stay if-”

“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “Just because my world ended doesn’t mean yours has to as well.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shit like that’s what makes me worry about you.”

“I’m joking,” I protested..

“Only half heartily.”

She gave me another long look before grinning confidently. “How hot do I look?”

“Very,” I complimented. “Your date is going to struggle keeping it in his pants tonight.”

“Great, that’s the look I was going for.”

After she left I decided to treat myself a little and make some popcorn. Once settled on our couch I pressed the play button on the telly and soon found an action movie I hadn’t seen in a long time. All in all, I felt pretty good about myself.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. The sky had long turned dark and one look at my phone told me that it was almost 11pm. Who was ringing people’s doorbells at this time?
It was unlikely that Kylie had forgotten her key and she would’ve told me if she had invited someone over, right? I reached for a fork that was laying on our coffee table after lunch which would weakly serve me as a weapon before my feet carried me hesitantly to the door. It only took one quick peek through the keyhole for me to pull the door open.

I had spend the last weeks forcing myself not to think about him until it had come to the point where his face was almost a blur in my mind. Looking at him now I couldn’t understand how that could’ve possibly happen. How could I ever forget how beautiful he was? His big but delicate hands, his strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders. His neck, who’s skin I knew was so warm after kissing it multiple times. The shape of his face, blessed with cheekbones to die for. And his brown, full curls, shorter than I remembered them, but just as soft looking. The gentle pink of his kissable lips and lastly his eyes. Those mesmerizing, enchanting, green eyes.

I was too stunned to say something. He had often laughed and blushed when I confessed how his looks took my breath away, but I hadn’t been kidding. My brain was too shocked to form a proper sentence. So instead I took a second look at him. And that changed my entire view.

His eyes were bloodshot, muting the green and held a unmistakable sadness. His eyelids looked twice their size as they were swollen and the skin beneath his eye resembled black shadows. His lips were bitten, dry and not half as full as I could’ve sworn they used to be when I kissed them. The curls hung in a mess, falling barley far enough to cover his frowned forehead. His face seemed more narrow and the veins on his neck were more visible than usually. His shoulders slacked, his arms hang limply by his sides and his knuckles were blue from bruising.

My breath hitched at how transformed he looked. Not at all like the man I had left behind.

“Harry?” I asked, my voice nothing above whimper. Given the transition he had gone through, I truly felt like I had to ask if it was really him.

“Y/N”, he croaked out and that was it.

I opened my arms and he practically fell into them. Harry shamelessly sobbed into my shoulder, wetting my flannel as I gently combed my fingers through his hair. My nails slightly scratched the skin of his neck, but it did little to calm him down.

“What happened?” I whispered. “Harry? What’s wrong, my love? Are you hurt?”

He didn’t answer, instead his sobs increased and I moved my arms to his shoulders, trying to loosen his hold to check if he was injured. When he didn’t budge I sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin felt so cold.

“Come on. Let me get you inside. You’re freezing.”

Finally he allowed me to carefully pull away from him and take hold of his hands, pulling him inside. I lead him to the small living room and sat him down on the couch, getting into a kneeling position in front of him. Normally he would joke about how I could have “at least bought him dinner first”, but right now there was nothing even remotely sexual to my position. I rested my hands on his thighs, moving them in soothing circles.

“Harry, please tell me what happened.”

All I got as response was a shake of his head and more tears falling from his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to hate him, like I somehow had only hours ago. But now with him crying in front of me I couldn’t help but forget everything instantly and just want to care for him, hide him away and be the shield between him and whatever it had been that had hurt him so badly. There was something about Harry that had me want to bundle him up in a blanked whenever I saw him even remotely upset.

“Harry, please try to calm down,” I begged when he hiccuped. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll go and get you a cup of tea, alright? It’ll warm you up and ease you a little. Please, in the meantime try to relax. Okay?”

He sniffed loudly and then nodded. I got up and went to the kitchen. The water couldn’t boil fast enough and I nervously tapped my fingers on the sink. When it finally did, I quickly filled two cups and walked back. Harry obviously hadn’t calmed down. I suppressed a sigh as I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat down next to my ex boyfriend.

“What can I do to make it better?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, please. I’m loosing my mind, seeing you this way.”

“Everything”, he started, voice so thin I almost missed it. “Everything is wrong, Y/N.”

He looked up and his eyes met mine, knocking every remaining ounce of anger still in me right on out.

“Come here”, I whispered and pulled him against me again. “I don’t want to push you,” I mumbled softly and I felt him shake his head in a nod. Goosebumps rose on my skin upon feeling his sobs against my chest. “We won’t speak right now. Let me turn on the TV and you can take your time to calm down. Maybe sleep a little. You look like you haven’t in days, my love. And when you wake up and feel more rested, we can look into making whatever got you upset go away, alright?”

“You’re letting me stay?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes. His voice broke halfway through the sentence.

Was I? The rational part of my brain screamed at me not to. But my heart had already found it’s familiar place where it had spent the last few months; right in his hands.

“Pass me the remote.”

We watched a movie in silence, neither of us paying much attention. Harry’s sobs lessened after a while and at some point we moved from our sitting position into me lying on my back and Harry laying half on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I stroke his hair and rested my cheek against his forehead. Though it felt like we were making a mistake, my heart squeezed almost painfully when he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of my cheek. I felt like every cell in my body awakened from a long sleep and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his body heat keeping me warm, instead of a blanket. Halfway through the film I could hear him snore quietly.

I must’ve fallen asleep too because a loud “I’m back!” call ripped me out of unconsciousness. My hand instantly moved to Harry’s neck and I was relieved when I found that he hadn’t woken up.

“I’m in here”, I murmured, hoping Kylie would hear me.

“I must tell you about what happened when I- Wait,” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the man lying on top of me. My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid her gaze.

She cleared her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what’s his face, but some hot dude you hooked up with to get over him.”

I gave her an awkward smile. “I would if it were true.”

“Y/N!” she yelled and I winced, covering Harry’s ear that wasn’t pressed against my collarbones. “What is he doing here? Why did you even let him inside this house?”

“Shh, please, you’re gonna wake him up.”

“So?” she exclaimed, not lowering her voice, “He’s the asshole over whom you have been bawling your eyes out and now what? He just shows up at your door? Really? Has he realized what big of a prick he is? What the hell, he’s such a-”

“Please don’t do this right now,” I interrupted her and shifted uncomfortably under her stare, “He showed up as a complete mess, what was I supposed to do? Nothing’s forgiven but how could I turn him away? Please, give him a break.”

She huffed and shook her head. “I may refrain from killing him right now. But only because I’m wearing heels.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, lifting my hand to wound my fingers into his curls. He looked so peaceful when he slept. And so adorable. So utterly handsome.

“Don’t look at him like that,” my friend’s voice interrupted my staring.

“Look at him like what?”

“With those eyes that scream how in love with him you are.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Not that you’ve seen what mine went like, how did your night go?”

She allowed me the change of subject with an eye roll. “I’ll give you the short version now and the long, funny one tomorrow. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Have a good snuggle then.”

“Yeah alright, good night.”

“Tomorrow it’s either you kicking him out, or me!” she called from the stairs. I shook my head and groaned quietly.

“She’s right, you know.”

I looked down to see Harry awake, moving awkwardly off of me and into a sitting position. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t have, missing his warmth already.

“How much of this did you hear?” I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach to keep from reaching out for him.

“Enough,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I sat up too and scooted back to lean against the armrest and to put space between us.

“Harry-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he interrupted me. “I’m a piece of shit, I know that. I’m the biggest asshole walking this wor-”

“Stop, Harry, stop. You’re none of that.”

“Yeah, I am,” he contradicted me. “I don’t deserve your comfort just like you don’t deserve my burden. I- oh gosh I completely ruined your evening. Why do I always fuck everything up? I’m-”

“What happened?” I interrupted his rambling. “What did you mean when you said everything was wrong?”

He shrugged, brushing some strands out of his face.

“Everything built up I guess,” he sniffed and I hoped he wouldn’t cry again. It took all I had not to brush the remaining wetness from his tears off his cheeks.

“Breaking up with you was horrible, Y/N. Not a day passed without me regretting it so much my heart hurt. You could probably tell by my voice messages I left-”

“You mean the ones where you told me how much better off you were?”

“Shit,” Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “you must know that I didn’t mean that at all. That was the alcohol speaking.”

“You got drunk during the week?”

“What was I supposed to do with myself, knowing that you being gone was all my fault? I missed you so much, Y/N. I can’t even form the right words to explain how much it hurt to be without you.”

“I missed you, too, Harry”, I admitted and he gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand what happened to us.”

“I know it sounds lame but I was under so much stress and I wrongly took it all out on you. The pressure my job brings was just so much and though I love my family, they were constantly giving me a hard time about how I didn’t visit or call them often enough and that is true, but it still bugged me having to hear it all the time. I knew how unhappy I was making you by being gone all the time and that resulted into me feeling like crap.”

“Which then resulted into you behaving horrible around me.”

Harry bit his lip and nodded. “Pretty much. Like I said, I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not, baby,” I told him, looking away in embarrassment when the pet name slipped my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed by him and he cleared his throat. I was glad when he continued without addressing it.

“I just feel lost, Y/N. I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.”

“You’re Harry,” I whispered with a frown and in a bold move took his hand in mine. My thumbs gently caressed the back of his palms. “You are by far the best possible human being I know. A human, Harry. Though you seem to disagree, you actually don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay if you can’t deal with everything and endure all that pressure. The fault isn’t yours, it’s your job’s and your family’s attitude. You’re always so kind and so considerate with everybody’s feelings, I wish the world would give you some of it back.”

He squeezed my hands and his eyes shone with fresh tears. “See this is exactly why I had to see you. You always know the right words to mend me.”

A blush formed on my cheeks and I looked down at our fingers, intwined once again.

“But I don’t deserve it,” Harry continued. “I don’t deserve you. Y/N I’m so sorry about everything I said that night and in those stupid voice messages I left you. You have to believe me that I would take it all back! I didn’t mean a single word I said and I am so pissed at myself for not stopping you from leaving. The image of you walking through that door and away from me has replayed in my mind and broken my heart so many times, you can’t even imagine.”

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked, swallowing down my own tears that tried to form in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.

“I wanted to, baby,” he whispered, putting my heart back into pieces by calling me that. “Believe me, I did. But I felt so awful, Y/N. I knew how unhappy I  made you and I didn’t want that for you anymore. Especially after you didn’t return any call I left. Not even the ones where I was crying. I thought you really must be done with me if you can even ignore those.”

“I was hurting, Harry. I needed time away from you to clear my head and when I was ready to talk about us all I got from was you rambling on about how much better your life was ever since I wasn’t part of it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry shook his head and squeezed my hand. My body tensed when he reached up and stroke over my cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture used to be so common between us, but now he quickly let his hand fall back to his lap. “I’ve never been more of a mess than since you left. Asshole that I am, I thought that you were fine and wanted to let you know that I was too.”

“Oh, Harry… you’re such an idiot,” I breathed, “How could I be remotely happy without you by my side?”

“I hope you couldn’t,” he whispered, a shy smile gracing his lips. “I miss you.”

“I miss you so much.”

Harry slowly raised his arm again and gently cradled my cheek.

“Y/N, baby, do you think you could forgive me?” he asked quietly, “I know I messed up big time, but I promise you, I can do better and I will. I’ll make sure that I’m home more and that I’ll take the time to listen to you. I’d even learn how to use the bloody washing machine if that’s what it takes. Anything, but please, come back to me.”

I leaned into his hand and looked down, both of my hands holding his free one tightly, afraid he would disappear again if I didn’t. When I spoke, my voice hitched with happiness.

“If you ever say what you said to me that night again, I’m gone for good. I mean it.”

“I promise I won’t,” he swore, shaking his head. His mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave mine as he urged me to believe him. “I will never disappoint you like this again, I swear. I-”

Not needing to hear any more, I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, pressing my needy lips to his. I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, clinging on to him and particularly nestling myself onto his lap. Though I could feel his surprise, he immediately kissed back, just as urgently as I did. Oh, how I missed this. Feeling his warm and soft lips against mine, his tongue lick against my bottom lip, begging me to allow him in, which I of course granted. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that his lover lips felt slightly rougher than it normally had, but I didn’t care. Instead I deepened the kiss in hopes I could mend the torn skin. Harry’s hands held my waist, keeping me pressed against him. My heart felt like it would burst at any minute and my head was cloudy. Kissing him after missing his taste so badly resembled the feeling you get when you burst through the surface of water after having been under for too long. Though breathing wasn’t easy with his mouth pressed to mine, my lungs never felt fuller. Neither of us seemed ready to break the kiss and he moaned lowly when my clothed crotch rubbed against his. When we pulled away we were both smiling so wide our cheeks hurt.

“I love you,” I promised him. “That could’ve never faded away.”

“I love you, too” Harry assured, pressing a small kiss to my nose before pulling away again. “For alway.”

“That’s all I want,” I giggled happily and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Harry hummed in content and cradled me tighter against his chest.

“Does that mean you’ll protect me when your friend tries to kick me out tomorrow?”

Hope you liked it! This is an imagine that I’ve had for a very long time and that I have rewritten a bunch of times. Feedback is welcome and so are requests! :)


anonymous asked:

wait is elentori a shaldin?

god i wish i were you,, but instead im plagued by all the shit toady has done okay so

technically toady isn’t a shaladin because she only ships klance. however, she is an apologist and has gotten into some other stuff.

prior to vld, toady made a lot of explicit billdip porn, and she ended up having her account suspended because of it, and i’ll link a masterpost to all the other shit she did before vld here

also her “apology” video didn’t actually contain a genuine apology, and i’m pretty sure she deleted it off her (new) blog. idk but deleting an apology doesn’t sound very sincere but that’s just me.

since vld, she mostly ships klance, but she has made a comic that defends she1th (and other sh@lad1n ships technically). the final panel was removed due to ~criticism~ but it was originally

(you can delete it from your post, toady, but the internet has receipts)

anyway yeah,, toady is highly problematic and she has, as an adult, sexualized minors and depicted them in abusive relationships, condoned and supported pedophilia, and made no attempt to sincerely and truly apologize for what she did. even if she doesn’t actively ship sh@lad1n, she’s still a person to avoid :P

chloeolivialuce  asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you'd do a request where the rfa plus v and saeran have a mc obsessed by cats, especially her own. Like she's the sort of person to spend hours looking at cat photos and such. I've grew up with a family cat that I've had for almost ten years and I now have a one year old cat who I spoil so my whole family is a cat family. Thanks, sorry if this is confusing! Good luck on your blog!!

Aw kitty cat 🐱

(Sorry I’m struggling on a couple characters for the tickling kink so i’ll post it tomorrow)


Yoosung : while he wants to be a veterinarian, he’s not completely crazy about animals or cats, but he does think they are cute. He’ll use the opportunity of his s/o’s experience to ask them a lot of questions on cats so he can learn stuff that’s not in his books. He won’t really follow his s/o’s adoration on cats or spoil their pet very much but he’ll try to get along with it.

Zen : oh boy, out of all the animals out there it had to be a cat. He’d be conflicted because hhhhh cats but also, they make his s/o happy and that makes him happy so hah what do you do in this situation ? Well, Zen would decide to make an effort every once in a while by stuffing himself with medication for his allergies and staying with his s/o while they pet their cat but most of the time, he just stays far away from them, sulking because he wants to be spoiled too.

Jaehee : she has war flashbacks of all the pain Elizabeth caused her and oh man, she’s having a hard time not glaring at her s/o’s cat. She wouldn’t want to be in the same room, alone, with that cat but otherwise, she’ll just ignore its presence. But if it starts leaving hair all over the place, she’ll start being a lil bitter at the kitty cat so I hope her s/o’s cat is a sweetheart who doesn’t make a mess and who’s quiet too because otherwise, she won’t really want to keep it, sorries

Jumin : he already knew his s/o was his one and only but now, it’s confirmed : s/o is Jumin’s soulmate, it’s written in the cats blessings. He would love his s/o’s cat as much as Elizabeth and would spoil everyone in this little family, nothing’s too good for them. He’d love how they act with their cat, he’d find it adorable but he gets jealous though so watch out yes he gets jealous of a cat, moving on

707 : another match made in heaven. He’ll be so happy to finally have a cat he can pet whenever he wants without having to hack into Jumin’s security. He’ll spoil his s/o’s cat but not in the same way as Jumin, rather, he’ll turn that cat into a famous internet meme by constantly posting pictures of it in weird outfits and buy it a bunch of toys and plushies (like daifuku the shiba inu 😗).

V : aww anything that’s fluffy and cuddly is V’s friend! I think he’d like how elegant and calm (some) cats are and he’d love it if he could take photos of his s/o and their cat together, or just the cat alone (or just the s/o alone too). He wouldn’t mind at all how obsessed his s/o is with their cat, he wouldn’t get jealous either looking at you jumin, he’d find it adorable and would unconsciously smile at them with hearts in his eyes when they cuddle with their cat. Also, I feel like animals love him and just flock around him for no reason so heh, his s/o’s cat will probably love him right away.

Saeran : a bit cautious at first because he’s never had a pet and it looks both small and fragile but also, those sharp claws and intense eyes would make him a bit scared. But then, he sees the squishy little toe beans and he needs to boop them. And he does. And that’s how he started loving cats. He actually finds it comforting to hold one and hide his face in its fluffy tummy. If his s/o spent too much time with their cat and ignored him, he wouldn’t handle it very well so look out for that.

….when i was feeling pressured because the home wi-fi had problems, i need to do some research for final college assignment, having important conversations with some people while the only way to do it is using the internet, and i couldn’t go out to find one because of reasons….

drew some things with my tablet almost right after the wi-fi suddenly lost connection… call it a little bit of stress relief

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anonymous asked:

would you care to elaborate on your artistic history? When did you start drawing, what made you do it, how you got where you are today?

i was inspired to draw from a really young age because of the stupid cartoons my dad doodled.

i also had an immediate appreciation for the sprite art of the games i played as a kid, like Sonic 2 and Pokemon Yellow. i used to draw out levels in my sketchbooks along a bunch of sprite characters and cut them out and pretend it was an actual game, i remember one time i was like 6 and staying with my grandparents, and i created one of these fake games and played with it for an hour or so, and to signify the boss being killed, i threw their “sprite” into the fireplace.

as a young teen i finally had access to the internet and at some point i stumbled onto deviantart and newgrounds and saw all these amazing things people made, and i really wanted to become an animator, and i spent a couple months making this amazing flash animation that had a goofy plot structure similar to the game “super bonk”, and had a weird icelandic or swedish song about piss for the background music, but it was sadly blammed from newgrounds. i actually still have it saved somewhere so one day i’ll have to show it to everyone.

after it was blammed i lost a lot of interest in animation, but i did continue my still art, and mostly i just copied everything i found cool at the time, at at some unknown point i picked up pixel art. the first time i ever really started to gain an audience was when i started making art assets for the at the time unreleased game “megaman 8 bit death match”, it was really cool being a part of a community that actively wanted to see the things i create, and that encouraged me a lot to pursue my own original work and stories.

buckshot1130  asked:

Alright Jan, I'm just asking this in the hopes of an actual answer to a question that's been bugging me for bloody years. Mrs. Mash's name. Her first name. What is it? Granted, I believe her name to be Elania. It was revealed in a live stream. Way back when AND the pony-Licious video. It's not a 'fan speculation' as you have said. THAT was her revealed name. Why you are denying it is odd. What are you hiding and why? You gave Button's 'brother' a name. So why not give us her full name?

There’s a bit of controversy about Button’s Mom’s real name, but I can debunk that her name is Elaina or any other name that you can find out there in the fandom.
Although it is true that the name Elaina was mentioned by ShadyVox in a livestream, that still isn’t her real name as nothing at the time was 100% established (partly the reason why her name isn’t mentioned in the first episode). Let’s just say fans have taken ShadyVox too literally at the mention of her name, as he simply said something around the lines of “I like Elaina as a name for her”, but again, that wasn’t it.

When it comes to characters, I like to give them a bit of mystery, so I thought keeping her name a secret would’ve made her more interesting. Her name however WAS planned to be revealed in episode 10 (the mini-series final) but again, it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the internet as far as I’m aware.

Hope this clears it up!

@heroicmeep is havin a BORTHDAY!!! So I finally got to draw Meep! (i really love her hair)

Happy birthday snazz!! Thanks for being a super cool suPER AWESOME FRIENDO I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY 💖