ON SUNDAY MY BLOG WILL EXIST ONE YEAR. Waaahh time stop flying please, this is going so faaaaast!!
My first post ever was a reblog (still one of my fav fics yeyy) and thennn I started writing as well… I wrote fiiic after fic…. after ficc.. *let’s not mention the embarrassing amount of trash-fics I pooped out in a year time. Let’s just not*
Also I got introduced to amazing anime. Thanks to the community, honestly, thanks to joining Tumblr and the tickle community I got to watch anime like Haikyuu, Free!, Servamp, Bungou Stray Dogs, Doukyuusei, Super Lovers, Days! theeese are all anime I saw because of your recommendations.
But MOST OF ALL I GOT TO MEET SUCH AWESOME PEEPS! I’m still talking everyday to Mia who still isn’t tired of me yaayy<3 @ticklygiggles lots of love~~ I met with @fluffandlove , last night we went out for dinner and bought underwear together yeeey Jojooo<3.
I’m posting this today and not on Sunday because I’ll be having a busy weekend again (high teas and girly nights incoming yeyy). BUT, as a celebration I did some speedwriting right now (yay), so this weekend I will turn on my queue aaand post something like 3 or 4 fics ^^ Spam incomiiing~~ Lots of love, cuddles and tickleees!!
You know..? I’ll never forget you… You’re forever trapped in my head, you are still everything to me. I tried and tried but you aren’t leaving my head for some reason. You are my drug, you are what keeps me going and I’m sick of it I want my life back, my drive to be better and find something new but they aren’t you.
“I’m going mental,” Louis whispers to himself. “There’s no way this is real. I’ve actually gone mental.” The merman tilts his head at Louis, still smiling calmly at him as he continues his freak-out. “You’re a merman. You’re a mythical creature. A tiny, tiny mythical creature in a tank, staring at me. I must be mental, there’s literally no other explanation.” The merman tilts his head slowly in the opposite direction, his eyebrows weaving together in confusion. “You
probably can’t understand me. Great.” Louis throws his hands up,
seriously considering driving himself to the psych ward just to be safe
as he finishes feeding the fish.
OR Louis works at a pet store and ends up getting a lot more than a pay cheque out of the deal.
A/N: This took forever to get out….. I’m sorry I made y’all wait for this suckish chapter, I had the flu. Have a good day! Thank you for reading!
When you came to, the truck was stopped outside of another department store. Your head was still resting on Negan’s shoulder. He had his window rolled down. His arm was resting on the window seal. You heard the barely audible sound of him lazily rubbing his beard. His eyes were focused on the store. His men were walking to and from the store collecting valuable items that were needed in the sanctuary.
You lifted your head off his shoulder, yawning on the way up. His quickly turned to look at you. His brown eyes finding your (y/e/c) ones. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Did you fuckin’ sleep good?” he asked while you were stretching.
How about some OW dudes of your choice reacting to hearing their s/o wanting to become a mother (pretty plz?)
His world had come to a breathtaking stop, but his head was
still spinning madly. He could scarcely believe the words that you were saying,
and you were still talking? He couldn’t process, he was still latched onto the
first sentence. “I always wanted to be a
mother,” you’d said, offhand, and the air had been sucked from his lungs. Lucio
had dreamed of such things, the idea of you loving him and wed to him and
swollen with the proof of your commitment and love for him. He could already
picture the glow of your skin.
Your hand on his face, cupping with your thumb stroking
along his cheek, stirred him back to reality and to the inquisitive look on
your face. Slightly guarded. Worried. “I’m not pregnant, I was just talking,”
the words were a little rushed, and he realized you’d taken his silence for
panic. He kissed you once, twice, three times, each time even more bubbly and
infected with laughter. He would have to reassure you, do anything it took to
let you know he didn’t mind your dreams, and he would make them a reality. No
matter what it took.
Despite his large size and loud voice, Reinhardt had always
presented himself as a gentle soul. Invested in the well being of others,
enthusiastic to the point of gullibility! He knew how to knit, even, and prided
himself on being good with small delicate things. Like you. He was very good
with you, he thought.
Most times, at least.
You squeaked in his arms, the wind knocked out of you as he
hugged you tight to his chest, the noise enough that he eased his hold just to
grip your sides and hoist you high in the air. “Liebling! Forgive me, I’m just
so excited!” His voice rose a few notches, and you couldn’t help but smile at
the wide grin that stretched his scarred face. Reinhardt had always wanted to
be a father, and hearing that you wanted to be a mother? He was spilling over
with his joy.
He huffed, more to himself, the noise quiet but not missed
by your attentive ears. “You want to be a mom?” He’d thought about being a
parent, before the fall of Overwatch, before the world had eaten his sense of
right and wrong and left him a bitter old man. You were still young, full of
ideas and hope. He wondered as he stared away from you what you’d be like when
you were as silver as he was, if that light would diminish.
He didn’t want children anymore, he didn’t exist anymore.
Soldier 76 wasn’t the agent who was buried in the rubble of the Swiss
headquarters. Arms on the table in front of him, he tried to avoid the hurt
expression that was just in the corner of his vision. He wasn’t even sure he
could have children, anymore. It seemed like hours before he reached for you,
tucking you in against his side with a gruff mumble, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt
At the very least, you’d be less likely to leave the
apartment if you miraculously got pregnant, and everything about you being
tucked away from this rotten world and just his alone was incredibly soothing.
Do you find Tom Felton as Draco attractive? (I was wondering since I saw where you said you don't visualize him or anyone really)
I found him to be the perfect Draco in the context of the movies. But since I write fan fiction of the books, I have a slightly different vision of the character in my head. Still mostly a faceless blob, but with slightly more angular characteristics?