here comes the feels again

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Looks like staying up too late to draw bakushimanari comics that make sense only to me is becoming an ill advised habit

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Karlie Kloss being sunshiney in the kitchen. (X)

bonus gifs ;)

OK SO I WAS JUST PEACEFULLY SCROLLING TWITTER WHEN I SAW THIS TWEET BY MARK’S PAPA

“Some of them have already debut in the different groups”  HE SAYS

SO I CHECKED OUT THE BOYS FIRST, I’M A HETEROSEXUAL AFTER ALL

AND THEN I CHECK THE NAMES AND USE MY ABILITY TO READ HANGUL

AND IT FUCKING HITS ME

PIC OF 16YO YUGYEOM

GOT7′S 16YO KIM YUGYEOM

AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A PEACEFUL NIGHT FOR ME

BYE

Oh no here come the feelings that I swore I would never catch again. Oh no there goes the smile I simply cannot ignore, you look at me with those eyes you know I adore. Oh no there goes my heartbeat racing at an uncontrollable speed because you told me you like me. Oh no there goes my pride, there goes my walls, everything came tumbling down and I couldn’t help but crash into you.
—  t.i Catching feelings.
3 am

Summary: A Snowbaz ficlet for Leavers Ball! Enjoy!


“Baz.”

“Snow? What time is it?”

“Baz, come here.”

“I’m trying to sleep. Piss off.”

“Baz.” His voice breaks on my name and I instantly feel guilty. I sit up in bed.

“What is it, Snow?” I hate myself. I hate the way I treat him. He doesn’t deserve any of this. He doesn’t deserve the backlash of my frustration just because I can’t stand my own feelings.  

“Come here,” he whispers again. His voice wavers. I think he’s holding back tears.

I let myself stand up, walking the two steps to his bed and sitting down.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. He sits up and looks at me with big, glossy blue eyes.

He doesn’t respond, he just looks at me funny, with sadness in his eyes and his lips parted. Just looking at me.

“What is it?” I ask again. He still doesn’t say anything. I don’t know who he is right now.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

He shakes his head and looks at me.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“You have a whole universe on your face. I’m trying to map it out.”

I’m glad he isn’t crying. I don’t know what I would do if he was.

“Are you okay?”

“No. But it’s okay that I’m not okay.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to do anything?”

“Yes. Let’s go somewhere. Maybe air will make you okay again.”

“Maybe.” He slides out of bed. His eyes don’t leave mine. He is a new kind of person. He is an alien to me. It’s fascinating.

I get up. He’s wearing an oversized shirt and briefs. I’m wearing sweats and a t-shirt. We look ready to map out the universe.

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s take over the world.”

“Okay.”

We walk out of mummers house. His hair shines silky in the moon, his eyes an opaque blue. He’s beautiful.

“How exactly do we take over the world?” he asks, looking at me. The stars reflect in his eyes.

“Come with me. We can start by breaking the rules.”

I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I think he might know what I’m thinking. Because at 3 am it’s hard to hide the fact that I want to kiss him more than I want to take over the world.

We keep walking and we catch each other staring but don’t say a word. It’s a silent conversation.

“The gate?” he asks, eyes flashing wonder.

“The gate.” I take his hand and he doesn’t pull away. 3 am is a magickal time.

On love’s light wings!” I cast, my wand pointing to the sky. We float together, up and over the fence. I hope he doesn’t know what that spell means to me.

“Why are we out here?” He asks. His hand is still in mine. I squeeze it. He squeezes back.

“Come on,” I say. We keep holding hands. My arm is on fire.

We rush through a thicket of trees. I come out here to hunt when the Wavering Wood seems too crowded. I know the perfect place to go.

“How are you feeling, Snow?”

“Adventurous.”

I grin. The branches scratch against us as we rush through the trees but we don’t seem to care. We start to run, pulling each other along through the dark forest, holding hands with a melody of laughter in the breeze.

“Okay,” I say, almost out of breath, “Here we are.”

He lets go of my hand. The fire goes out. But that’s okay, because his face holds a new kind of fire. He looks at the meadow. It’s full of wildflowers of all different colours. He doesn’t move an inch.

When I take his hand again I’m more timid and careful, my fingers slipping between his. He doesn’t seem to notice. Or he doesn’t care.

“Do you feel better?”

He nods and looks at me, then takes my other hand. I keep my eyes on his.

“Do you like the stars?” he asks, his eyes falling down onto our hands, where his thumbs brush over my knuckles.

“Yes.”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He pulls me with him, walking backward into the opening. The stars are above us but they all seem stuck in his eyes.

“Baz?”

“Yes, Simon.”

“Do you want to dance?”

“Do you have music?”

“Do we need it?”

He pulls me to him and holds our hands up between us. “Do you know how to dance?” I ask.

“No. Do you?”

“Yes. But it doesn’t matter. Come here.”

He does. He steps closer and lets go of my hands. I bring his to my shoulders. I rest mine on his hips.

“Baz.”

“Simon.”

It’s like we’re tasting each other’s names in our mouths. His tastes like something I want to taste again and again and again.

“Are you better now?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

We aren’t really dancing. We just hold each other and walk in a circle. He rests his forehead on my shoulder.

“I like this.”

“What?”

“Being like this with you. I like not fighting.”

“Me too.”

We don’t say anything else. I rest my head on his and close my eyes.

“Can we sit now? My legs are kind of tired. So are my eyes.” He says, pulling away.

“Do you want to go back?” I ask.

He shakes his head and falls to the ground in a swift and soft motion. I sit in front of him. His head tilts back and he watches the stars. I watch him.

“Do you know why you were sad earlier?” I ask, picking a flower from the ground and twirling it between my fingers.

“Yes. But I don’t want to talk about it.” He says.

“Okay.” I say.

He moves so his head is in my lap. His eyes look up at me and I push my fingers into his hair. “You know, Simon. You are a very beautiful boy. The most beautiful I have ever seen.”

He shakes his head and smiles up at me. “I don’t believe it. Out of all the boys you’ve seen, I am the most beautiful? How impossible.”

I shake my head. “Not impossible. Ever since I met you I thought you were beautiful. I’ve lived with you for eight years and I still haven’t gotten over it. I don’t think I ever will.”

He stares up at me with wide eyes and parted lips. “Why are you being so nice to me tonight?”

“Why are you letting me?”

He takes a pause. This night is full of perfect pauses. I’m in love with his pauses. His eyes search mine and his lips always parted. A pause means he’s thinking. When he thinks you can see into his soul.

“Because I need you.” He says finally. I don’t dare move. I don’t dare breathe. I only look at him. “I need you like this. I need us not fighting. I need soft touches and gentle words. I need nights filled with careless adventure and I need your perfect smile. Okay? I need you.” He sits up and sits cross-legged in front of me. Our knees touch.

“Okay.” I don’t know what to say. I want to show him the world. I want to tell him every thought that’s ever run through my head but I stay silent. I reach out and take his hand.

“I was sad because I need you but I wasn’t sure that you needed me.” He says. He sounds sad again. I don’t want him to cry.

“I need you,” I say, my fingers rubbing his. I tilt his chin to look at me. “I need you. I’ve needed you for so long, Simon.”

He brings his hand up to my cheek. It’s another pause. Another lovely and fascinating pause. His fingers travel to my hairline and he slides them down to my neck and pulls me forward.

Our lips meet in the middle, his fingers pressing gently into the back of my head and mine pressing into the palm of his hand. He doesn’t taste like what he smells like. Simon smells like smoke. He tastes like apples.

He pulls on my neck and moves to kneel on his knees. Our lips don’t break contact. He moves onto my lap and slides his other hand in my hair. I rest mine on his hips. He deepens the kiss. It makes me dizzy. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to concentrate on the way he feels on my skin. Soft and smooth and sweet.

He pulls away but only barely. Just enough to get some air. His forehead is against mine.

“I don’t want things to go back tomorrow when we wake up,” he says. He’s sad again. I want to tell him to never be sad again.

“How could it?” I ask, my thumb brushing the exposed skin of his hip.

“Okay.” is all he says. Another pause. Another brief look into his star capturing soul.

He presses his hand against my chest and I fall back into the flowers with him resting on top of me.

“I think that I love you, Baz.”

3 am is a magickal time.

some interesting drawing prompts for those lacking inspiration

-caught in the rain
-“what did i come in here for again”
-that face you make when you feel like you need to sneeze ,,,,,; bu T
-terrified laughing
-cryin real jesus tears
-that feel when you realize you left all of your homework at home
-was just woken up in the middle of the night by a loud sound outside the house for the eighth time and really salty abt it
-was just woken up in the middle of the night by a loud sound inside their room and preparing to die
-the cat keeps knocking stuff over
-mild ew
- :3c
-“is my clock broken or is that actually the time holy shit-”
- was splashed by cars a solid six times while walking home during/after the rain and ready to kill
-eXCELSIOR
-that just snapped out of a daydream in the middle of class and has no idea what the teacher is talking about feel
-slow down
grab the wall
-“pls move”
-“HEY HEY YOU YOU I DON ’ T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND”
-[ x files theme song plays in the distance ]
- “ha ha Holy Shit ™”
-“okay…. that sounds fake, but okay………”
-“alright but consider the following:”
-“if i hear your voice one more time i’ll shove a rusty spoon up your ass”

many of these can be left up to interpretation :^)

Where’s my black parade shirt? Where’s my eyeliner stick? Can someone find my converse? What happened to my black skinny jeans? Have you seen my manic panic hair dye? WHO WANNA GO TO HOT TOPIC?
MCR IS BACK BABY

youngjae is...

yellow orchids and shining teeth. he is loud laughter that booms from your stomach. he is beams of sunlight and pearlescent bubbles. long walks on cool nights. harmless tickling and wrestling on carpets. he is picnics, clear lakes, sunshowers. the curling up of a puppy on your lap. he is bright eyes and quirks of an eyebrow. youngjae is the weekend and everything that comes with it. 

anonymous asked:

How emotional can you three get? Like as leaders you probably have to keep them in check, but like yd in particular seems a little hot headed, haha

“Just as you have likely seen us and how we act normally, we all have our own standard personalities; However, every personality has it’s layers.”

“White Diamond has a calm, collective, and cold personality. However, she is likely the most level headed of the three diamonds. She thinks the most rationally and, for the most part, knows when too much is too much, and too little is too little. When dealing with other gems, she will pick apart the situation at hand and make judgement based on her own observations and fairness. Despite how she may seem, she can be a lot more empathetic than meets the eye. She prefers to remain as neutral as possible. Now let’s say something infuriated her. She can go into a blind rage, difficult to talk her out of. We have never really successfully brought White out of a rage on our own accord, she kind of just…calms down eventually on her own. That’s probably because we try not to be in her way when she is angry.”

“Blue is the most optimistic of the Diamonds. In fact if you ask me, she’s too optimistic. Rather, she is…. a little irresponsible. She still does her work, and she still enforces herself, but not like she should really. She often puts off work and is very forgetful. I honestly just wish she could take things a little more seriously, but that’s just me I guess. We all have our ways of ruling, her’s is just…it can be unprofessional, in my opinion. She can be erratic, unpredictable, and she definitely lets her emotions get out of hand. When stressed, angry, or just sad, she can go on rampages, destroying anything and even anyone that stands in her way. While Blue would be the one Diamond who would get along with the common-gem, she is also the most likely to shatter someone without a second thought. If only they knew just what she was capable of…what she hides behind her quirky, carefree exterior.”

“And, yes, while I admit I can be hot headed at times, I’m mostly serious and adamant by nature. I pride myself on truth, honor, victory, enforcement, and progress. I try not to let my emotions control me, or show too much like I used to. They respect me more when I live by the rules and don’t slack off. I can’t have anyone stepping out of line. I take action when and where necessary, and my decisions can be harsh, but that’s just the way it works around here. I only settle for the best if I have anything to say about it. My work and my progress keeps me content, and keeps everyone and everything stable. I will not risk changing anything at the expense of our future.  
Now this isn’t all to say I don’t have my own moments. Sometimes things are unbearable. I have my own self doubts. I eventually persevere, but…Even the strongest of gems have weak points. Even I am not above admitting that…” 

Open starter

William sighed as he walked through the toy store. He felt embarrassed that he liked coming here for himself. He liked feeling young again. It made him happy but he wished he had some one to share this with.

s.o.s

I WANNA READ A FIRST TIME FIC IN CANONVERSE when Mika and Yuu finally find peace together and Yuu gives Mika the love he deserves. Like Mika hasn’t felt much of anything the past 4 yrs he was alone and here comes Yuu making him happy, making him cry, making him feel loved again. 

And Mika has lost so many things in life that when Yuu finally offers himself to Mika, it’s like the greatest thing he’s ever received like “holy fuck I love you so much u don’t deserve a monster like me” and Mika would be so gentle and passionate with Yuu and Yuu is so kind, he reassures Mika that he isn’t a monster, that’s beautiful and that he loves him. “I’m all yours, Mika…it’s okay. I’m here now.“

Like can u imagine how ecstatic Mika would be when that happens because compared to how Yuu was in the past (always running away from making friends or family with others), he’s finally opening himself up to Mika, letting him see his most vulnerable side. I, for one, think that Mika has no qualms showing how weak he is around Yuu but Yuu? he’s always happy and determined, always putting ppl before him that sometimes, we forgot about Yuu’s own self-loathing, how he 90% of the time always just protects his loved ones to the point he would die for them (just like Mika, but I guess with Mika, it’s more obvious because his entire character is basically "save Yuu-chan”, he doesn’t care if he dies, he doesn’t care if he suffers or anything)

Which is why Mika would want to take care of Yuu too, to help both of them move on from their family’s death and live happily together.

And Yuu showing Mika love by offering himself up to him is like the best form of love Yuu could give him imo. Like we know how Mika feels about Yuu but Yuu is more guarded about his feelings in a sense so getting him to confess his love only to Mika would be amazing. 

“Despite all the things that happened, what you and I’ve become, you’re still my Mika and I’m still your Yuu-chan and that’s never going to change…” Im cheesy sorry lol  

so if anyone can make or find a fic like this, pls message me~ ^w^