hey my kid took this picture

randompersonality  asked:

Hey, big fan here with a question. I've read somewhere that you used to make your own books. Is this true? And if so how did you do it?

Hi! Yes, I used to make all my books from scratch. Posting pics below of my limited edition book Charlie’s Widow. (Tim Burton has one in his collection.) You can see pictures of my other hand made books here

I started when I was a kid and learned mainly from online tutorials. I also took some book binding lessons in Sydney. I would spend hours taking books apart and stitching them back together. I was absolutely fascinated with books, not just in the fictional world they held, but also the mechanics. The different binding techniques, the type setting, the paper stock. I am totally book crazy. When you’re passionate about something you’ll gravitate toward it. You’ll naturally want to learn and experiment. And you’ll make up your own little systems as you go. 

Panic Attack Princess

Prompt: Hi there, this is my first time requesting, and I don’t know if requests are closed by the time I send this in, but I was wondering if you can do an imagine where batsis has bad anxiety from school and tends to have panic attacks in public. I’ve been feeling really stressed lately so thank you if you do this!

Requested by: Anon

           “It’s embarrassing.”

           “It is not.”

           “They took out their phones and took pictures.”

           “Not the worst thing that can happen.”

           “They’re on the covers of every tabloid!”

           Jason stares down at you, “I don’t know what you want me to say kid. You’re the daughter of a billionaire, and an heiress. People are interested in you.”

           You sit up and stare at your brother, “But why? I’m boring. I watch Netflix for hours at a time. I do my school work, I don’t skip school, I don’t misbehave, and I keep to myself. I even read during the freaking pep rallies!”

           Jason shrugs, “Hey, I agree with you. You’re terribly boring.” You scowl and he grins, before plopping down next to you, “You’re also my little sister, and I adore you.”

           You cuddle into his side, “It was a full-blown panic attack Jason. I swear my mind is trying to end me.”

           He smiles at you, “You brain is sick. It’s the same as if it were a kidney or something. Fact is we’re looking to get it healthy, going to doctors, stuff like that.”

           You glance up at him, “When’s the last time you went to the doctor?”

           He smirks, “Probably when I was on the autopsy table.”

           You punch him in the arm, “NOT FUNNY!”

           “Jeez that punch hurt almost as much as a crow bar.”  

           You glare at him, before wiggling out of his hold and yelling, “DICK, JASON IS JOKING ABOUT HIS DEATH AGAIN.”

           Jason watches as you run out of the room in search of your oldest brother. His eyes go back to the paper laying on the coffee table, and the headline there, “Panic Attack Princess.” You had struggled with your anxiety since you were little, back when you had been kidnapped as a child.

           Places with large crowds, or places swarming with people could send you into an attack. Too much stress or attention could trigger it too. Jason had made it his mission in life to cheer you up after the attacks, to make you feel less embarrassed. You were his little sister after all.

           You’d only started medication a few days ago, and so far, there wasn’t much change. Supposedly that was normal for the first few months. It took a while to get in your system.

           “Jason!” His head snapped to the doorway where you stood behind Dick, “Were you joking about your death again?”

           He could only smirk and ask, “Did you DIE?”  

.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words


Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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Archie Andrews x Reader

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

I fall into a fit of laughter sprawling my body out onto Archie’s bed. we were sitting in he’s room practicing for our school concert when we took a short break to look through photos of us as little kids. Our parents had been friends since highschool so it was only a given that Archie and I would grow up to be the bestest of friends.

“Look at the hair!” Archie gawks pointing at my almost Afro like hairdo.

“Hey, don’t be mean, I have curly thick hair okay?” I push at his chest as he continues to laugh. “You can’t talk have you SEEN your insane freckles!” He goes silent and moves onto the next picture. “Hey I wasn’t done looking at that!” I complain trying to snatch the photo from his grasp.

“No!” he begs standing trying to get away from me only for me to jump onto his back and grabbing the photo before he throws me onto his bed trying to tear the photo from my grip.

“It’s mine, I wanna keep it, please!” I beg and he gives up, sticks his tongue out at me. “Hey at least your freckles have gone away, my curly gross hair is here to stay.” His face softens a little as he sits down next to me examining the photo of the two of us at ages 5.

“I think it’s pretty.”

I giggle and lean my head into his chest. “Awww Arch aren’t you cute,” I stand and walk over to his guitar perched on its stand. Glancing back Archie seems lost in his own mind, I sling the strap onto my back and walk back over to him grabbing his hands in my own.

“You good?“ He snaps out of his daze smiling up at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Hey I’m the one playing the guitar your the one who’s singing.” I sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“Can you try and teach me a little? You know how long of wouldn’t to learn how to play.” He drags his fingers through his red hair.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me,” he warns.

“Name your price.”

“Pop’s tonight, you treat,” he challenges wriggling his brows at me.

“Fine, fine, deal,” I stick my hand out shaking his before sitting myself on his bed cross legged, the instrument sitting nicely in my lap. I run my fingers across the strings tapping my palm against the wood.

“Hey, hey, please be careful with my baby.”

I scoff. “Hurry up and teach me something Archibald.”

He rolls his eyes dragging his hand down his face. “Please don’t call me that, you know I hate it!”

I giggle. “Don’t I know it.”

He fake laughs before standing behind me showing me how to hold and strum.

“Okay this is a lot harder to grasp than I thought,” I admit exhaling loudly.

“You almost got it just here,” he places his hands over my own to readjust my hold. I catch his features as pure concentration as his face gets closer and closer, I hold in my laugh trying to take it as serious as possible. I could feel his warm breathe tickling my neck distracting me from the words flowing from his mouth.

“(Y/n).” I jump slightly. “You okay?” I nod, my heart racing as he moves his hand to my waist stroking it soothingly.

“I was just off in my own little world,” I pause and he smiles softly at me glancing into my eyes. It grows silent. “Maybe I should leave the guitar playing to the professional,” I confess slipping the strap off and handing it to Archie.

“Maybe I liked teaching you,” he admits strumming a little.

“Don’t turn to mush on me now Andrews,” I sass masking my nervousness. My heart thumps out of my chest as I let my gaze lock with his.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something (Y/n),” he pauses swallowing. He looks anywhere but me.

“What?” I ask gently dipping my head so he was looking at me. “What?” I repeat shifting uncomfortably on his bed. “Did I do something wrong?” I panic slightly running my hands through my hair. His eyes grow wide shaking his head

“No, no, of course not,“ he almost yells. “I mean no you haven’t I just-”

I tuck a strand of hair behind me ear before turning to face him. “Are you going to tell me? We do still need to practice Arch the show case is tomorrow-”

“I know,” he finishes cheeks going red. “Can I try something?”

I furrow my brows shrugging slightly. “I mean, yeah…”

He sighs thankfully. “Okay can you close your eyes?”

“ARCHIBALD ANDREWS I SWEAR-” I was cut off with a warm pair of lips on my own. My hands shoot up to his neck as he’s go to my waist breaking away from me.

“Wow,” I exhale resting my forehead against his.

“You swear what?” He teases.

“I thought you were going to do something bad,” I blush looking to his lips than his face.

“Well, was it bad?”

I shake my head. “Definitely-” I pause kissing him again. “Not,” I whisper kissing him again. He smiles into the kiss and I can feel my heart bursting out of my chest

“I’m so glad that went well,” he giggles playing with my hair.

“Me too,“ I smile. “But Arch…” I pause looking at him with sad eyes, his smile drops horror etched onto his face. “I’m gay,” I say breatheless. It’s silent for awhile as I see the clogs turning in Archie’s head I decide to break the silence first by breaking out into laughter, his brows crease slightly confused at my actions “I GOT YOU GOOD RED!” I smirk getting up from his bed and do a little dance. “Oh you’re in for it now,” I squeal as I feel my feet leave the ground as Archie lifts me onto his bed pinning me down for a tickle war. “Stop, stop, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I squeal thrashing around underneath him.

Archie’s door swings open his dad standing in the hall, embarrassment covers his features as he glances at myself pinned under his son.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”

I giggle Archie jumping off me and meeting his dad at the door. “Uh hey dad,” he tries to act cool.

“Miss (y/l/n).”

I sit up. “Hey Fred,” I give him a small wave.

“Hope you two are behaving,” Fred warns glancing at the two of us.

“I speak for myself when I say I most certainly am,” I smile sweetly earning an eye roll from Archie. “Okay we’ll be careful-”

He glances at the both of us before focusing in on Archie. “Be very careful.”

“Dad!” Archie complains pushing him out the door and closing it.

“So is Archie Andrews got something against gay women?” I tease.

“You’re kidding, have you met our friends? I’m fine with gay!”

I stuck my tongue at him as he returns back to the bed and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Andrews.”

— 🌹

Invisible, Chapter Eight

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1650

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“God damn Marco, if I’d known I’d be playin’ doctor for a fuckin’ dog I would of never of agreed to spend the night at your place…!”

He heard Jean exclaim with an exasperated sigh following suit, and a sudden weight at his side to as the punk leaned on him, obviously just as exhausted as he was to.

“You still would have come- and hey it’s not like I knew my dog would be having her puppies tonight.”

Marco countered with a small playful push with his shoulder against the lanky male at his side, only earning an unhappy grumble from Jean before he felt even more weight against his side.

“Besides, you did a good job with the puppies.”

Especially since the punk took it upon himself to take so many pictures of the puppies on Snapchat and doodle little pictures on them to catalog which puppies were boys or girls.

“Especially a lot better then with that pet goldfish you had as a kid- I still can’t believe you actually took him out of the fishbowl to give him a ‘tour’ of your house.”

Marco couldn’t help but tease Jean about it, though he quickly earned a quick jab to his side and a somewhat snappy.

“At least I’m not the one who let their god get knocked up.”


“At least I’m not the one who murdered a goldfish.”

He playfully shot back, earning a loud groan and a snappy.

“Shut the fuck up freckles!”

To which Marco let out a soft snort of laughter and leaned his own weight into Jean and sighed in mild content.

“Well…We’re proud puppy parents now huh? Wanna name them?”

“I want to go to sleep.”


A super special gift for @ding-dong-diddly-dick !!! I PROMISED YOU ART NOW HERE IT IS!!

Based off a scene from a wonderful RP we have going on, both of them are high school students on the baseball team and Jean’s spending the night with Marco before their first big game only for both boys to spend most of the night helping Marco’s dog give birth to puppies!

And yes, Marco’s dog is an Blue heeler because how could I not give a spotty boy a spotty dog?

The Captain and the Nerd

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

As requested by @realnighttiger : I need a soft Steve x reader where everything is happiness and not a bad thing happens, he fell for reader cause she’s a nerd and he makes sure that she and the whole world knows that captain America loves that nerd girl

You were working at a small book shop when you met Steve Rogers aka Captain America. He was taking a stroll through Brooklyn when he came across your uncle’s store.

The little bell above the door rang signalling you that someone had stepped in. Without looking up from the latest Poe Dameron comic, you exclaimed, “Welcome Flying Pages! Let me know if you need any help!” 

The person came up and cleared their throat. You looked up and your eyes met blue, “H-Hi.” You stammered out. Then you realized who this was, “How can I help you, Captain America?”

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Realize--Chapter One "Mutual Nerdery"

Tom HiddlestonxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 … this is the first chapter of the story monster it created.

Chapter One - Mutual Nerdery

You sneak up behind your co-star where he is stretched out on your couch, a beat up copy of the play and your cat settled on his lap, and take a quick picture with your head on his shoulder, both of you making faces. You looked a little ragged after working for hours together in your cramped living room, going over the different versions of the text and other insights into your characters. You posted the picture on twitter for your modest fan base, “Hours discussing Shakespeare? I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday night. #MutualNerdery.” When he’d suggested these little “dates” to help develop your character’s chemistry and to research together, you half thought it was just his way of flirting, being that smart and charming, but it wasn’t, it was just wonderful conversations, food and kinship with your co-star, you were getting use to it now, you were friends. Less than ten minutes after you posted the picture, you look at your cell phone and can’t help but laugh, you knew that your best friend would not let the selfie you just posted slide by without a comment.

Please tell me you did not just post a no-makeup selfie with your hair in pigtails. – Lou

She would focus on your hair. She seemed to miss the point of the tweet. You had been keeping your next job underwraps for weeks, not even telling your best friend, Lou, that you were headed to Broadway. You shoot off two texts in a row.

No comment on ANYTHING else in that picture?

You’ve been begging me for weeks to tell you about the next project, well…

“What are you giggling about?” You show him the texts and he laughs too. “I’m looking forward to meeting Lou, by the way.”

You wave him off playfully, “You’ll love her, everyone does, she’s me, but younger, prettier, and put together. We always say I got the brains and she got the looks.”

His head tipped back in laughter as my text alert went off again.

Yeah I saw, Tom Hiddleston, that’s no excuse for pigtails. – Lou

You start to reply when Lou’s ringtone, The Pet Shop Boys, Opportunities, starts playing and Tom just laughs harder as you pick up and put her on speaker. “Hey Lou. How’re the kids?”

She launches into a mini-rant, ignoring you entirely. “Why was Tom Hiddleston wearing your glasses, in your living room, looking like he slept there last night? (Y/N), I swear to God that if you were wearing those damn pajama pants when you took that picture, I will find a way to teleport to New York just to punch you in the tit.”

Another, frankly adorable, round of full bodied laughs shake Tom as you look down at my outfit, an oversized Steven Universe T-shirt and grey flannel pj pants that were easily a decade old, and shrug. Tom piped up, “Your guess is spot on. Tom Hiddleston here, I am guessing you are the notorious Lou.”

“(Y/N)! Am I on speaker?” You can hear her start to shift around. Only Lou would primp because she was on speakerphone with an attractive man. “Hello, Tom, Yes, I’m Lou. I am the woman who is going to punch your co-star in the tit for posting a selfie on twitter looking like she just rolled out of bed with you.“

Tom’s eyes went wide a moment before another boisterous round of laughter started up.

You choke a bit, “Jesus, Lou! So classy.” “Hey, at least you can’t see her stripey socks in the picture. Small miracles.” He kept laughing.

Lou’s light and pretty laughter rings through the room as you bop Tom in the back of the head with a throw pillow before he follows suit and almost knocks you onto his lap with the pillow next to him. You shove his legs off the couch and park yourself next to him.

“(Y/N) I swear to God. Can take me off speaker, Darling?” You just shake your head, and put the phone back to your ear. “Are you trying to repel an attractive, single man? Wait, have you already slept with him and that’s why you are comfortable giving up on looking fuckable? But wait, Shakespeare? What show? Why are you two researching in your apartment? What is HE wearing?”

You answer in order once she’s wound down a bit. “No and God no, not yet anyway.” Tom raises his eyebrow and you give him an innocent look, ”Yes, Much Ado, Because I live in this city and he doesn’t, hoodie and trackpants, and to the answer the first question, we have the same prescription and didn’t notice for an hour that we had accidentally swapped glasses. Did that cover it all?”

You could hear Lou shaking her head, “You’re going to marry him, just watch.”

That made you laugh and Tom raised an eyebrow at you as you put up one finger and shook your head to get your breath back. He just pats you on the head, standing to answer the door buzzer and fetch the take-out you had ordered. “Never, Lou, I will always be yours. Now, we need to go, our food is here.”

“See, you’re already we and our, it’s curtains for you and me (Y/N). Just make sure my Matron of Honor gown is pretty, I want to look good in the pictures next to Benedict.”

“You’re cute, shut up and call me later, love to Max and the kids.”

You hang up and grab plates and utensils from the kitchen before settling in again with dinner, Shakespeare, and Tom.

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@theartofimagining13 trying again to link the inspiration blog to this.


Anything an angel can do, a goddess can do better~

Palutena was fun! Hard to wear and definitely the hardest cosplay I’ve made yet but I had a good time as her!

Baby Boy - Dean Winchester Imagine

Summary: You’re a very powerful crossroads demon who gets summoned to the crossroads one night and to your surprise, it’s a little boy who wants nothing more than food for his little brother, Sammy.

Author: Admin C



You were getting quite annoyed with your most recent customer. They thought you were some kind of pawn shop. You asked for nothing more than their soul and they’re trying to negotiate by offering you their 16 carat ring.

“You know what? Fine. Give me the ring, but I’ll see you in hell.” You slipped the ring on your finger and watch the lady get into her car and drive away. You felt a presence behind you and sighed.

“If you’re going to try and negotiate anything, I suggest you-” You turned around and saw a little boy. Maybe seven years old, standing there with a smaller boy who was maybe three.

“I shouldn’t be here, but our dad hasn’t been back in a few days and my brother, Sam is growing hungry and I promised dad I’d take care of him.”

“Are you offering your soul to me for your brother?” He nodded and squeezed his little brother’s hand. You felt a tug on your heart that you had never felt before. You leaned down and kissed his forehead

“Baby boy, you’re just so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Now come with me, I have a much better idea.” You grabbed his hand and led them towards the diner down the road. 

“Hey, Y/N. What can I get ya?” The waitress asked as you sat down with the boys in the booth.

“Get them whatever they want. Me on the other hand, I just want some fries.” You felt a poke on your arm and you turned to look at Sammy. He pointed at the menu to a picture of chicken strips.

“Is that what you want?” He nodded.

“Get the kid some chicken strips.” The waitress smiled and took down the orders and left.

“Why didn’t you take my soul?”

“I didn’t want yours today.”

“Why not?”

“I’m waiting. You can give it to me next time, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you for the food.”

Almost 20 years later

“Hello, Dean.”

“It’s you?”

“It’s me. It’s been awhile. How’s Sammy?” Dean looked down at the ground.

“That’s actually why I’m here. I need you to bring him back for me. He was shot and h-he’s gone.” You felt the same tug in your heart you felt almost 20 years ago.

“You’re offering me your soul for your brother?”

“It’s next time and you’ve waited long enough.”

“Baby boy, go to your brother now. I only ask for one thing and it’s not your soul.”

“But you said-”

“That was then and this is now. You’re one of the greatest hunters of all time and you haven’t killed me yet and I’m thankful and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Is that all you want?”

“From you? I’d ask for nothing more.” You walked over and kissed his forehead just like you did 20 years ago. You turned around and disappeared back to your place in hell.


anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for someone who wants to get into watercolors?

Hey pal! Sorry I took so long to answer this! Pictured above is my watercolor set (It’s a Windsor Newton, but I used to use Crayola sets and you can too if you wanna be cheap), and the two brushes I use almost exclusively

As you can see, it’s a disgusting mess of colors (my style has been described as “muddy” more than once T-T Don’t do what I do kids, actually wash your brushes between colors (or be lazy and don’t———- maybe you’ll create a new color)

Basically, just get your brush wet, mix up some colors, and do a lot of experimenting! Nothing in nature is just one solid color, and going hogwild with a paintbrush will either get you the perfect vibrant gradient for a leaf in sunlight or a bird in flight or at the very least drab “earthy” or “natural” tones for your next rock or lizard blending into a rock. Basically, you win every time!

But uh, The wetter your brush, the more easily you can blend colors, and if you’re laying color over a large area, that’ll be important if you don’t want it coming out all uneven. A drier (and fine-tipped) brush is better for details. There’s lots of “cheats” you can do though; I do a lot of dappling with a slightly damp brush for a scaly texture, for example.

It helps a /lot/ to have a nice well defined outline too. Just be careful and patient in painting between the lines. This doesn’t apply to ALL watercolor, of course, but treating it like a coloring book can make it a lot less intimidating (and you don’t have to worry as much about defining things if you’re a muddy disaster like me)

And of course, like drawing, you /will/ naturally improve with practice. I promise. There are lots of ways to paint, and these sorry excuses for tips are just from my perspective, but I hope they were to some extent encouraging!

Sport’s Day- Ben Hutton

Originally posted by baehutton

The Canucks give me a lot of feels I do not want tbh. But like their Canucks for Kids program is amazing and one of their charities that it provides money to is the Canucks Autism Network. This is a really close cause for me so I wrote it off of one of the activities they do for that! If you want feels, I can send the link for the YouTube video to go with it!

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Anon Request: Hi hi! Can you do a cute fluffy Ben Hutton one ft the Canucks for Kids program.


              You honestly did not think Ben could be hotter than when he wore a suit to the Dice and Ice event that the Canucks put on.

              Boy were you wrong.

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acowar spoilers

hey kids so i went to my local chapter’s today and i saw that they had a certain ya colouring book out. one based off the works of sarah j maas. that includes pieces from acowar.

so of course i took pictures because i’m broke and can’t afford to buy anything.

lemme know if yall want some brand-spanking new, never-before-seen spoilers. ships included.

Just Anxious... [Seb Stan x Reader]

AN: Drabbles, drabbles, drabbles… Just a simple drabble I was inspired to write in the middle of the night writhing in agony.

Warning: Anxiety and anxious situations.

Summary: Reader is at a Seb photo op and she was getting really really nervous.

Originally posted by little--batman

The line moved up again and I could feel my heartbeat go faster, louder. My hands shook, hot and clammy. The people in front of me were smiling so big. The people behind me talk loudly, joking and laughing. They’re excited, just as I am. But I think unlike them, I’m scared.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if the picture we’re taking is not perfect? What if I don’t like the way we look?

With those thoughts running through my head, my insecurities crept up. So I checked​ my reflection for the tenth time, fixed my t-shirt.

The line moved​ up and I’m next. I could here his voice and the laughs. Oh God, I’m next!

I tried to remember his words. The advise he gives people when they come to him about their problems, their anxiety. I know them by heart. I read it everyday. Taking a deep breath, I let out the nervous energy within me in a long exhale. It helped some.

The camera shutter goes off, once, twice, thrice. Then, thank yous were exchanged. A few more laughs.

The door opened and a man’s head peeked out. “Next!”

I froze.

“Come on, kid!”

The girl behind me nudged me softly. Gulping, I dragged my feet through the threshold.

There he was. Oh God, oh God, oh God!

He turned when he saw me and I just couldn’t keep moving.

“Hi, I’m Sebastian!” He took a step towards me, holding his hand out but I was rooted to the spot. He was everything I pictured him to be and more. His smile was so big, it lit up the whole room. He seemed so happy to see me.

But what if I make him uncomfortable?

My breathing came a little bit faster and I couldn’t look anywhere too long. I paid a fortune to get here and I can’t even look at him.

“Hey, kid,” the photographer snapped and I looked to him. “Come on, we haven’t got all day!”

“Hey, give her a second, alright!” Sebastian said and turned to me. He was frowning.

Oh God. I’ve gone and done it now.

“I’m s-sorry.” I inched backwards. “I’m sorry, I can’t!” My heart is in my throat. I feel like puking but I will die first before I puke in front of Sebastian Stan.

“Wait!” He called, taking another step closer but I was already close to the door.

Tears pooled in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m sorry.” Then, I turned and ran out the door.

I ran to the emergency exit and barely made it to the stairs before my legs lost strength. I slid down the wall, breathing hard. More tears slid down my cheeks as I berated myself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Idiot. The one chance I had and I chickened out. I couldn’t do it and I ran.

I didn’t know how long I stayed there, but I only realized where I was when I heard the door opening.

Standing quickly, I wiped my face from any tear tracks. I bet it didn’t do much.

“Hey, are you doing alright?”

That voice. I know​ that voice. I’d know it anywhere.

Sebastian looked at me as I lift my face up. Concern marred his handsome face and I forgot to breathe. He seemed to notice this because he stepped close and put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, breathe! Slowly.”

I blinked but followed his instruction. After a moment, my heart rate started to go down.

“I was looking for you. You ran out of there before I could… How are you feeling?”

My eyes must be huge then. “I- I’m better…now.”

Sebastian smiled. “Good! Good, you got out of it. I saw you were a little nervous… Can I-uhh- Would you like a hug?” He chuckled lightly, like he himself was at odds with the situation.

I couldn’t speak. I nodded.

“Aww,” He came over and gave me the biggest bear hug ever. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his face. I let out a shaky breath, still not believing what was happening. “There you go. Just breathe.”

 “You were looking for me?” I hiccupped as fresh tears came to my eyes.

“I’m on my lunch break and I escaped my handlers. One of the girls said they saw you run through here. I just- I know how bad it gets and I’m sorry they rushed you in there. I just… wanna make sure you’re alright.” He explained, still not letting me go.

I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to ruin his shirt so I held it in. He had looked for me. Could this man be any more perfect?

He waited until I was ready to let him go before he stepped back. “Now, it would be unfair if you paid for a ticket and didn’t get what you came for. So, Miss…”


“Miss YN, would you like to take a picture with me?”

Tease me..

This is Part III to the Seth Rollins series. You can find the Masterlist here: Masterlist

Seth x Reader
Y/N = Your Name
Y/X/N = Your Ex’s Name
Language: Fluff, Smut, Strong Language
Word count: 2,374

When you both are ready, you went down to wait on Cesaro and Sheamus to join you. You were sitting in the lobby, both lost in your phones.

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so this is my new studyblr and i will start posting my own plans, notes and bullet journal in august. 

about me

  • my name is nyagin
  • i’m 14 years old ( 15 in August 17th )
  • i was born in beirut ( libanon ) but i’m from south sudan 
  • i live in finland ( the land of snow and ice )
  • secondary school/junior high i guess ( i’m going to year 9 in august )
  • i’m learning english and swedish ( at school at the moment )

things i’m interested/like about

  • reading
  • math 
  • drawing
  • tv shows ( 13 reasons why, tvd,jane the virgin,stranger things,orange is the new black etc.)
  • music i can’t live without it ( i’m trash for mel and 5sos so basically… )
  • cute stationery and pretty notes 
  • anime ( yoi had me f-ed up okay! )
  • studio ghibli ( like who doesn’t like the  movies ? fight me ) 
  • lgbt+ ( i’m bi so hey guys )

things that i don’t like

  • homophobic,transphobic,sexist or racist people 
  • some teachers who talk really fast that i can’t catch up with my notes
  • fake people 
  • waiting for my book from libary ( like fault of our stars took over 8 months i’m not even kidding )

my goals

  • work hard this year 
  • meet new people 
  • be motivated to study ( whole year )
  • be more organized
  • learn new study hacks 

my inspirations 

@studyquill @emmastudies @studyign @elkstudies @revisicn@tbhstudying @studywithinspo 

( picture credit to Howl’s Moving Castle by Studio Ghibli )

Stigma || Kim Taehyung (A)

Gif does not belong to me

Sister reader x Brother taehyung not incest

Genre: angst af

Word Count: 3,726

~ Something I wrote for class based on Stigma and I Need U. My first post on Tumblr and maybe not my last? Feel free to let me know what you think and hope you enjoy!

The room was cold and the air was still. The silence was loud in his ears, it rung through his head. His hands laid flatly on the silver metal table he sat at. His breathing was calm and steady, he was almost bored. He scanned the man in front of him, who had not once even looked at him.

The man in uniform only stared at the computer screen in front of him and nothing more: Another man with no passion for his work. What a shameful waste, he thought.

“Full name?” He still hadn’t looked at him, not even for a second.

“Kim Taehyung.” The keyboard clicked under the man’s fingertips and Taehyung scratched at the side of the table.

“Age?” No eye contact, rude and without a care. No Concern.

“18.” Taehung’s eyes began to stare at the only source of light in the room: A light bulb that was right above them. The light was loose and lightly swung, it blinded him yet he found it a bit pleasant.

“Parents?” He stiffened slightly at the question. No concern; Taehyung had been used to that.

“I don’t have anything like that.” The typing sound halted and Taehyung looked at the officer. He had stopped to grab the half empty bottle of water that was placed next to the laptop. Taehyung could only look away before he drank it down.

The door to the small room opened quickly with a creak, another man walking in. Heavy footsteps were heard before either of them would turn to look. It was no police uniform but it showed a much greater sense of authority. The new man leaned down to whisper something into the police officer’s ear, which made him choke on the water in his mouth.

Then, for the first time in the past hour, he actually looked at the boy that had been sitting in front of him. He had not been aware of whom he had been sitting with this entire time.

The man in the suit took the empty seat next to the officer and placed a closed file under his crossed hands on the table.

“Taehyung, why don’t you start from the beginning?” And so, Taehyung did.


It was cold, both in and outside of his house. Taehyung sat up against the front door of his apartment home. He had watched the sun come up on the rooftop just a couple of hours ago. Now, he was just waiting for the sun to go back down.

The door he was on began to open and so he moved to the wall supporting it. It was six in the morning, he knew this when his sister came out. She was dressed in her usual school uniform.

“He’s asleep.” She said closing the door softly because she knew better than to make noise. Taehyung did not respond to what he already knew. He barely even looked at her before she started to walk away. She adjusted her worn out backpack; that once was his.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” He called out to her and she stopped in her tracks to look back at him. “Be careful, yeah?” She simply nodded, giving her big brother a slight smile, before making her way back. Taehyung was very proud of her. She was everything he was not, she was just like their mother.

After another hour of sitting outside, Taehyung had decided that he did not want to rot in that spot all day. He rose to his feet, pulling the black hood over his head and ignored the sound of the empty glass bottles he had kicked over. The cold air hit his face almost immediately, stinging his cheeks, and cursed himself for not giving his sister the sweater. He made his way down the stairs into the parking lot of the building and began to walk anywhere but home. He had until three o'clock, that was the time (Y/n) would be home but he needed to get there first

He walked up a traffic jammed bridge, running his hand across the loose fencing over the railing of cement. Taehyung stopped at in the middle of the bridge and took a moment to look down at the highway under him. His hands gripped the fence and pulled himself up on it, the fence was much taller than him as he stared down at the moving cars. The highway went on for miles into the light gray sky where the birds seemed to live.

He sometimes wished the same: to live in the sky with the birds and… with his mother. But Taehyung had accepted a long time ago that he could never fly.

He jumped down the fence, stumbling as his vision blurred for a moment. It could have been from the lack of sleep or the lack of food but he regained himself quickly. His eyes cleared up and landed on the work he had done the night before. He squatted down and ran his hand over the dry spray paint on the short wall. His lettering had gotten better over practice, that was why he had chosen this spot over any other. Unlike his previous work, he had picked a place where his work could be seen by many people. Once upon a time, when Taehyung was in school, his art style choice was calligraphy and he was better at it than anyone else. It was the only thing he hadn’t stopped doing. He stood back admiring his work and hoped others would too.

He began to walk once again. Leaving his work behind while he went towards the gas station, hoping to find a friend.


“We won’t charge you for the graffiti. Just tell us what happened when you got home Taehyung.” Taehyung blinked at the man in the suit. He stared into his colored eyes that looked aged from many years of work and stress. The door suddenly opened again, and a woman stood by it.

“Detective Hinton, we have Kim (Y/n) in the other room for questioning.” Taehyung’s head snapped at the sound of his sister’s name. It struck a nerve in him that caused him to slam his hands on the table.

“Why is she here? She had nothing to do with this!” Taehyung barked at the detective, knowing this was all because of him. This was just the reaction he was hoping to get out of Tae. Detective Hinton gave a slight nod to the woman and then turned back to a now frustrated boy.

“We don’t know that for sure. You both were there and so you both are responsible.” He said calmly. Taehyung’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked away from his dominating stare. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.

“I want to see her.” He mumbled quietly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s not possible at this time, Taehyung, but if you cooperate mayb-”

“I want to see her now or I’m not talking!” He shouted leaning onto the table. Detective Hinton was not alarmed by Taehyun’s threat. He looked over him, studying Taehyung’s face and body language. The detective agreed on two conditions: that they will both be handcuffed and he would stay in the room the entire time.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Did they do something to you? Are you hurt?” He asked without control, his protective brother instincts kicking in. She was quivering as they sat her down in front of him.

“No… I’m just really scared, Tae.” (Y/n) stumbled over her words. Her eyes were puffy and irritated from crying, her skin was an unhealthy shade. She looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Hey… Hey, look at me.” Taehyung said in a lower tone to try and ease her worry. “Nothing is going to happen to you. Okay? You didn’t do anything.” She looked up at him and wished she could wrap her arms around her brother for comfort.

“I wouldn’t say that.” The detective leaned over her shoulder and placed the folder from earlier on the table, open for the both of them to see. (Y/n) gasped loudly trying to hold in her tears as she looked away. “(Y/n)’s fingerprints are everywhere.” She started to breathe heavily at the man’s words. The air around them became harder and harder for her lungs to find. Taehyung’s hands pulled on the chains that kept him from the only person that he actually cared about. She needed him and he could not even hold her.

“Shit…” Taehyung cursed himself, looking over the file. He shook his head and looked back at (Y/n). He felt like he was backed into a corner. “Why couldn’t you just have said it to me before!?” He yelled at her as the tears build in his eyes. This was not supposed to happen; things were not supposed to be this way.

(Y/n) was sobbing silently, tears running down her chin onto her lap. Her dark hair once perfect and soft, covered her weeping face like a veil.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung’s voice cracked as he turned away from his broken sister. He squeezed his eyes and tears fell down his face. The words he did not have the courage to say back then.

“You were so fragile and I couldn’t protect you…but I won’t let you take punishment for my crime.” He said taking in a deep breath for what seemed like the last time. He would wipe away her tears if he could but he had done enough already. “Get her out of here. I’m ready to talk.” He had finally decided. The detective nodded, pleased that his plan had worked. The door opened and came in a police officer that grabbed (Y/n) by her upper arm and helped her onto her feet.

“No! Wait, Tae!” She said trying to get out of the policeman’s grip. She struggled to move out of the restraints and even began to kick. She did not want to lose anyone else.

“I’m sorry!” He said again fighting the tears but deep down he believed he was doing the right thing. He was going to redeem himself. (Y/n) disappeared out of the room and he was left alone. “I’m sorry… my sister. “Detective Hinton took the empty seat in front of him. Taking a hold of the pictures he had placed on the table. A look of disgusted flashed in his eyes at the glance at of them.

"Now tell me, what happened?” Hinton sat up straight and waited to be told what he wanted to hear. Taehyung looked at the pictures once again, and even though he should have felt disgusted, he was not.

“What happened was that… I fell asleep.”


“Hey you. Hey kid wake up.” Taehyung opened his eyes to find a man standing over him. His eyes adjusted to the light of the outside. “I can’t have you sleeping in front of my shop. ” He looked around not realizing when he had fallen asleep. Taehyung nodded his head and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“What time is it?” He yawned. He stretched his arms and ran his hands through his brown hair before looking up at the man.

“About ten past four. Get home for dinner, kid.” The words sent a shiver down his spine and made his heart stop. He gathered himself from the floor and without another word he began to run; run like that was the only thing he knew to do; like he did not ever need to breathe again. He needed to be home with his sister. The memory of the last time he was late still ached the side of his face. He did not leave the house for a week and nothing was worse than being home. The sounds of the street were blocked and the only thing he could hear was his heart, beating so fast against his chest. Whether from pain or panic, it would surely burst.

Stumbling into his apartment, sweat running down his temples, he was startled by the sound of breaking glass. His father was already furiously raging. He could hear his sister’s voice begging for their father to calm down but everything was muffled in Taehyung’s ears. His vision was spotted and his head rolled from the lack of oxygen. He could not make sense of what he was hearing exactly, a part of him just wanted to turn away like he always did. But he found himself taking a step closer to the source of the noise, not expecting to find what he did.

His father stood over his sister, casting a large shadow over her as he shook her violently. She kept her face down as she sobbed before he grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back, forcing eye contact, then shoving her away.

“Damned be the day your mother gave her life to bring you into this world!” She stumbled back, apologizing uncontrollably, their father took a step towards her and with a single swing. His hand made rough contact with the side of her face, knocking her to the floor from the impact.

Taehyung found himself frozen but his legs moved on their own; his hands acting on their own accord, grabbing an empty glass bottle on the table next to him. There was a rage that boiled throughout his body, his blood ran hot and made him tremble. Footsteps loud, he stormed into the room, shoving his father away from (Y/n). The moment he looked at him, Taehyung’s arm swung the bottle, the end striked his jaw. The sound of impact was heard echoing throughout the apartment, along with the shattering sound of the bottom of half of the bottle.

In that one moment, everything  just stopped. The birds, the cars, the very air itself stood still. Every sound besides his heartbeat was white noise. Taehyung himself just watched as his father leaned against the wall behind him, cuts along his jaw and spitting out blood. And in that moment Taehyung had decided that this was not enough; it would never be enough. He took another step, showing courage for the first time, grabbing his father by the back of his head.

Everything in the split second had become numb and almost like a dream. He acted on the pure rage and adrenaline that blurred his vision and his judgement. He acted on the question of how a father could lay a hand on his children; on his daughter.

This time when he went in, his hand aimed lower than before. The sharp ends of the glass driving into the thin white t-shirt and human flesh. It impaled his stomach making him gasp. His hand weakly covered Taehyung’s, as if to stop him, but that only drove him more. He pulled it out, only to ram it back in.

He remembered every beating, every curse word his father ever gave him. Wondering how many he had given to (Y/n).

His hand clenched the neck of the bottle harder, pushing it as deep as it would go. Pulling it out and doing it again and again. His breath grew shakier with every relentless jab.

“Tae! Tae, stop!” (Y/n)’s cries fell on deaf ears. He felt her weak attempt at stopping him: scratching at his arms and back. He watched as his father’s face contorted in pain, his breath reeked of alcohol like it always had. But soon enough, that pain faded and his face softened. Until then, Taehyung felt his hand warmer than before. He looked down at the blood that coated it. He jerked his hand away, taking the bottle out with him and watched a stream of blood squirt out. All of his senses cleared up and reality began to unwind. The weight of his father became heavier as he let him down. He stumbled back looking at the blood he had shed all over his hands and clothes. Dropping the bottle from his shaking hands, while (Y/n)’s screams and cries continued to pierce the walls of the house. Taehyung’s legs gave out underneath him and he leaned against the opposite gray wall before sliding down onto the messy floor. He wiped his stained hands over his shirt frantically; desperately trying to get the crimson color off his skin. His bloodied hands covered his eyes, the only cries he could hear now, were his own.


He stared at the pictures of his murdered father on the floor of what was once his home.

“I don’t remember much after that…” There was an unpleasant silence between the two males. After everything the detective had done to get to the truth, it had struck a pity in him for the young boy. He shuffled away from him, tossing and looking through his papers.

“You left. Your sister ran after you but ended up at a friends house for the night. Said friend called the police this morning but we had already picked you up for vandalism.” He paused letting out a heavy sigh from his chest. “You must have something more to say.” Taehyung’s eyes still lingered on his father’s photographs, finding himself feeling nothing at all. No pain; no sorrow; not even the slightest bit of regret. Knowing this, he knew what had to happen next.

“Please, punish me.” The detective shook his head, rubbing the stress out of the bridge of his nose. He looked up to meet the boy’s hollow eyes.

“With your confession and your sister’s statement, your case can be passed under justifiable homicide. Despite the cruelty of the murder-”

“No.” Taehyung demanded. Tears began to sting his eyes and he pulled his hands, fighting against his restraints. “Don’t you get it? Even if it’s justified, even if I hide it, it won’t ever erase. I admitted to everything, just so that you can bury it. Keep a secret of what I probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand any longer anyway.” Taehyung looked at him with pleading eyes. A look an injured animal gave when at death’s door. He could never go back the to how things were. Before his father; before his mother. He was a broken piece of glass that would never fit back into a mirror.

“‘He who curses his father or his mother shall surely be put to death. His bloodguiltiness is upon him and his lamp will go out in times of darkness.’” Taehyung muttered, almost as if he was reminding himself of those words.

Detective Hinton recognized the biblical words and the compassion he felt for Taehyung ached his heart.

“Let me, who has no courage, receive punishment for my crime.”

And like an injured animal at the mercy of death, death granted him the peace of eternal sleep.

He tightened the handcuffs around Taehyung’s wrists and walked him out of  the room: where his sister stood close by waiting for him. She ran up and hugged him, crying into his shoulder.

“I hope you forgive me.” Taehyung mumbled as he placed his chin on top of her head at her embrace.

“There must be something I can do.” Her voice cracked as she looked up at his running eyes. He kissed the top of her head.

“Please, dry my eyes.”


Her arms tightened around her chest, the suffocating breeze hitting her colored cheeks. She walk just a bit ahead of him, watching her feet hit the ground with every step.

“I can come in with you, and help you carry some stuff.” She only shook her head. (Y/n) looked over her shoulder, having him stand away from her to give her some emotional space.

“I don’t want to take much anyway.” She muttered softly and after he gave her a quick nod, she walked back into her old house.

(Y/n) held onto the straps of her backpack, now being slightly heavier than before. She pulled the black hoodie of her sweater over her head as she followed closely behind him. Keeping her head down as she passed other people while walking across the bridge. Noises of the traffic came from both below her and just aside, she took a moment to look over the horizon from the bridge view. She stopped right at the middle, where the bridge was at its highest, staring off into the colors of the sun. The orange light hitting her skin, warming it from the cold temperatures of the wind. Her hand ran across the loose metal of the fencing, until it dropped back to her side. She noticed she was falling behind and started to walk once again, until a emerald green stood out from the corner of her eye. (Y/n) felt her heart sink as she so easily recognized the lettering spray painted on the wall.

“(Y/n)?” She leaned down, running her hands over the painted concrete. His footsteps came back towards her, until he was right at her side.

“This is his work…” She mumbled, more to herself than to him. He let out a slight chuckle before squatting down to her level.

“Tae always had his way of expressing himself.” He said as they both examined and honestly admired his last piece of work. He bit his lip, wondering if the next words should leave his mouth, before he stood back up. “Taehyung is one of my best friends, (Y/n). He’s like a younger brother to me.” He started, while leaning against the fence. She closed her eyes as she felt tears build up. “And I promised him, that I would look after you like you were my own flesh and blood.” He looked down at his shoes before stealing a quick glance at her. She took in a deep breath before standing back on her feet too, her eyes never leaving the word on the wall.

“'Stigma’…what does that mean, Namjoon oppa?” She asked. Wanting to understand the last thing that was on her brother’s mind. Namjoon looked behind him, turning his back to her, as he looked over the sunset and thought.

“Stigma is a mark of disgrace, shame, or dishonor.” He found himself slightly smiling as he finished his words. Namjoon shook his head, understanding that Taehyung had always felt that way for the longest time. Without another word, he began to walk again, (Y/n) following behind him.

~ Again this was originally written as a school paper, just in case there are any errors or different names. Sorry there isn’t much reader interaction but If I write more, I promise it will be better!

Year 2, Comic 7 - Parse - Part I

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I Hate You Part 2 - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 3206

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Daddy!Dean (this is a warning, ok? deal with it.)

A/N: Written for @one-shots-supernatural ‘s hiatus challenge. Prompt: “I’m trying my best to be polite, here.” 

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“Y/N…hey…wake up.” Dean nudged you and you blinked your eyes open, squinting up at him.

“What is it?” You murmured, rubbing your eyes. He was carrying JoJo on his hip, her little face red and covered in tears. “What’s wrong?”

“She woke up again and threw up. Her fever’s higher. I gave her a bath and it didn’t help. We need to get her to the hospital.”

“You did all that? Why didn’t you wake me?” You pulled yourself out of bed, throwing on the jeans you wore the day before and shoving your feet into a pair of boots.

“I didn’t want to unless I had to.” Dean whispered. He had JoJo all ready to go, bundled up in a jacket with her favorite blanket.

“Mommy.” She whined and buried her face back in Dean’s shoulder.

“I’m right here, baby.” You cooed and rubbed her back, walking out of the bunker with Dean. You took her from Dean when you got to the car and she didn’t protest. That’s how you knew she was really sick. You didn’t bother to strap her in, opting to hold her instead, laws be damned.

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