hope this fills me up

some doodles of @sillyandquiteawkward ‘s wonderful soft dad Shiloh accidentally making friends with all the deities ever, some happy pokes with scarfs and protective Charon and Lucario. why are they annoyed? i don’t know. also Charon becomes a Shaymin pillow


Hey, after all the times I screwed up and you two were there for me? It’s the least I can do.

☀️ Sun Candle Spell ☀️

This little spell was inspired by an anonymous inquiry I received in regards to one simple question - Why aren’t there quite as many sun spells as there are moon ones? Here is an easy candle ritual to show your worship to our wonderful source of daytime energy; to try and bring some of the sun’s light into your own. ~ (This is also a very simple spell that requires little materials / is good for baby witches whom are allowed to use candles / is a great Summer ritual)!

✨1). Gather a yellow or orange candle, some sunflower oil (optional), and something to carve a symbol into the candle.

✨2). At a point during the day (try choosing a Sunday!), in which the sun seems to be shining its brightest (or, if you like, during the sunrise), find a sunny spot, inside or outside, to safely place and light your candle. Sit cross-legged before your candle, anoint it with your oil (if you are using any), and carve a sun symbol into it.

✨ 3). Light your candle. Focus on the flame, or close your eyes. Visualize the sun’s light pouring into your existence, filling it with inviting warmth and positive vibrations. Meditate on what it is you wish to make “sunnier” in your life - helping to better a sour perspective or relationship, wanting to be a more cheery person, hoping to see the brighter side more often. The light and warmth holds you, blessing you with its solar powers.

✨4). End the little ritual with a closing statement: “You fill me up with gratitude / I hope to use some light from you / To find the sun inside my being / Your endless glow shall set me free.”

✨5). Once you feel ready, blow out your candle and silently thank the sun. If you’d like, you may create a small sun shrine in which you place your candle front and center! Fill it with sunflowers/sunflower imagery, marigolds, yellow ribbons, topaz crystals, vials of golden glitter, or a sun tarot card. Blessed be! ~ 🕯🌤💫🙏🏻

anonymous asked:

So I saw you don't really like shipping Lapis with anyone but I've seen Jaspis and Lapidot as well with a couple other shipping art with her from you. I hope I'm sounding rude I'm not trying to off that way ;_; But your ok with drawing her with Peridot,Jasper, Pearl etc?

it is true that ive experimented with lapis ships before and drawn them a couple times, but ultimately ive come to the conclusion that i dont enjoy them and they make me really uncomfortable (for reasons i didnt understand at the time, and after more thought to the matter, do understand now). i feel that everyone should be able to explore ships theyre curious about and come to whatever conclusion feels right to them about any particular ship! 

as for lapis herself… to give you some insight, she reminds me of some really nasty people ive had the misfortune of knowing, so shes very unsettling to me. she’s capable of some really terrifying things and its all conveniently hidden under bows and flowing fabric and a delicate thin physique.

aaaaghgghhgh i know this is probably going to upset some people, but i feel like i at least owe it to you all to be honest about my feelings so you can maybe understand where im coming from a bit better! 

as for the content i draw (ive had a lot of asks like “why dont you ever draw this thing”), please remember i do this all for fun!! i choose to draw things that inspire me and seem interesting or challenging or just strike my fancy! jasper is my very favorite so… thats why shes in the majority of my art LOL. i do enjoy drawing other characters and ships, but most of the time im the happiest drawing her, so thats what i do! 

Bad Day (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt: “i was really drunk and i saw this really huge, beefy football player sitting on a bench and crying. so i went into the bushes, gave him a flower, and we talked until he felt better. he gave me his number and said “call me if you ever want to vent too.”

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (female)

Warnings: slight language?, drunk/alcohol

Word Count: 3243

Authors note: So i wrote this based on the above prompt from this amazing post, so give that some love too. I hope you enjoy! This is my first fic, so criticism is appreciated!


Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

Firstly, his alarm never went off, a result of his brother pulling a ‘prank’ on him and turning off all his alarms. This, in turn, caused him to miss the first half an hour of college and skip breakfast, leaving him hungry, pissed, and ashamed as he walked into the lecture hall to face the disappointed look on his lecturer’s face.

Secondly, in a rush to get to college in a hurry, he never took any money in his pocket, meaning he now had nothing to pay with for food. Despite Taehyung saying he was fine sharing his food, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel guilty, noticing that Taehyung didn’t have much food with him to begin with. Taehyung told him that the day can’t get any worse than it already has been, so Jungkook keeps his head up, promises to pay back Taehyung somehow and continues with his day.

It really can’t get worse, can it?

As it turns out, it can.

Passing by the music hall on his way to football practice, Jungkook noticed a group of students who needed help bringing equipment and such into the hall. Feeling like he needed to commit a good deed as some sort of retribution for whatever caused him to experience this horrible, dreadful day, and thinking it would only take a second, Jungkook was happy to lend a hand to those desperate looking students. A second turned to near 20 minutes when one of the boxes fell apart and the girls “really, really need you to help us put it back together because you’re strong and this stuff is so god damned heavy and Mr Lee is really gonna kill us!”. So, practically forced to help them, Jungkook was late for football practice and received a stern, condescending lecture from the coach in front of all his friends and teammates, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed and disgruntled when they gave him smiles of pity because of the coach’s harsh words. How did he put it? “Put in more effort Jeon, all you ever do is slack off”.

But that’s the thing. That’s all Jungkook ever does. Put in more effort. More effort into his football skills, into his classes, into helping his parents at home, into everything. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough, and Jungkook is sick of trying to reach people’s impossible standards. He’s sick of being the perfect player, the perfect student, the perfect son. Behind the smiles, his insecurities eat away at him and he feels pathetic. He just wants to breathe. He just wants this day to end, wants all the criticism to end, and just be him for a while.

So Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

After practice, instead of heading home he heads straight into town and towards the park that’s located in the centre of the city. It’s a quiet park, one he’s often came to when things got too hectic in his life. His safe zone. He knows he should head home, his parents would be worried about him and his friends would most likely notice he isn’t online and ready to play, but Jungkook just wants to be on his own for a while. Forgive him for wanting to have space.

The evening is dark and growing darker still, winter approaching fast as autumn comes to an end. This doesn’t stop the city goers, the partiers and lively crowds that bustle around him as he makes his way towards his special spot, laughter ringing in his ears as he squints at the bright lights the city offers, pushing past the mobs of people enjoying their Friday night. He wishes he could have the freedom like they do, he knows, more than likely, they have their own problems. He’s aware people are never alone when they suffer, but he can’t help but long to be one of them, drinking and laughing his troubles away, if but for a night.

Entering the gates of the park, he breathes a sigh of relief. It’s mostly empty, save for a few stragglers who migrated from the bars to the park to sit and chat the night through.  He finds an empty bench, secluded away from any other being in the park, and gravitates towards it.

Putting his schoolbag and gear bag down on one side of the bench, Jungkook sits on the other side, takes a deep breath, and bursts into tears. He hates this, hates feeling weak, hates crying, hates everything, but all the frustration and anger he gained from this dreadful day and from his life in general just built up to the brim, and once the tears started flowing, the wouldn’t stop, and he just kept crying, and crying, and crying. He puts a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs, and hunches over, staring at his shoes rather than ahead, not willing to risk anyone seeing him in the state he’s in. He knows if anyone were to look over for just a few seconds they’d know that this well built, tough looking boy was bawling his eyes out. So, he avoids looking at anyone and just sobs.

He sobs until he hears a loud rustle coming from the bush behind him. He starts and turns around in his position, staring at the bush with wide eyes and wet cheeks. After a moment of silence, thinking it was just his imagination, or the wind or even an animal, he’s about to turn around and gather his things to head home because he feels absolutely stupid, when out pops you. Well, tumbled, more like, as you fall forward on your knees towards the bench Jungkook was sitting on. Jungkook can’t utter a word or move an inch, too stunned to make a move as he stares at you organise yourself to the best of your abilities and look at Jungkook with a goofy smile. He only snaps out of his reverie when he notices you holding something in an arm outstretched towards him. He stares at you hand, realising you’re holding a slightly damaged flower, one most likely gotten from a nearly pot as he recognised it, seeing the same flower in various pots throughout the park.

He looks from the flower in your hand to your face, a continuous switch between the two as he tries to figure out what exactly you’re doing.

“I saw you crying, so I wanted to cheer you up!” you say with a lopsided smile, looking positively proud of yourself for this act of kindness upon a complete stranger.

At this, Jungkook scowls, scoffs and turns around, enraged that you had the nerve to come up to him, and more so at himself for being caught out. Especially a stranger who was…hiding in the bushes?

You frown and come closer to him, albeit unsteadily, trying to look around him at his face as he starts to collect his bags.

“But…you were crying. You’re sad, I wanted you to be happy! A big strong man like you shouldn’t be crying all alone in the park!” you slur. It was possibly one of the worst things you could have said to him at this moment. He understands you didn’t mean anything by it, you didn’t know what he was going through, but still Jungkook feels annoyed and rolls his eyes at you when you get closer to his face, throwing a sneer as he stands up, bags in hands.

You rush to stop him, seemingly desperate to make up for your actions. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!” you almost shout, and wobble in front of him to halt his actions. The realisation hits Jungkook quickly after that. You’re drunk. Quite, from what he can tell, if the slight sway from your stance and overall dopey expression on your face is any indication. This agitates Jungkook further, not wanting to deal with a drunk when he’s in his lowest of lows.

He tuts and makes to move past you but you place your hands on his chest, still clutching the flower and stopping him from leaving. He knows he could but he doesn’t push, not wanting you to topple over and make everything ten times worse.

“I don’t know what I said to upset you but I’m really sorry! Please take the flower, I really don’t want you to be upset, you look like you need someone to talk to” you say, which causes your face to suddenly light up and causes Jungkook to feel uneasy. “Hey, talk to me! I’ll help you! Yeah, just talk to me” you beam up at him, hope filling your eyes at the prospect of soothing his never-ending troubles.

“Where are your friends?” Jungkook wonders, ignoring your proposition and instead looking around for someone to take you away from him.

At that, you giggle and reply “I dunno, probably left me. Or else I got lost. Both happen often enough”. You laugh at yourself, finding humour in that situation.

However, Jungkook frowns, wondering what type of friends would just leave you, a fairly intoxicated girl, on her own in a large city.

“Well, are you able to call them? So they can find you,” he asks, feeling uneasy about just leaving you here, despite how much you’re bothering him right now. He’d feel too guilty, and he was not in the mood to spend the night worrying about a random drunk girl he met at the park.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call them. After I’ve spoken to you though,” you say nonchalantly, waving your hand in the air as if to wave his concerns away. “Come, child, sit and tell me all about your troubles,” speaking with a silly accent and plopping down on the bench.

“I don’t even know your name,” he remarks, wanting nothing more than for someone to take you away from him so he can wallow in his despair alone. He’s about to say he doesn’t even know you, and that he should be leaving but you beat him to it.

“The names Y/N. And you are?” you pat the seat beside him, encouraging him to sit down. He doesn’t know what propels him, perhaps he’s worried about you, or perhaps it’s the isolation that has settled deep in his bones, but with a heavy sigh, he places his bags back in their previous position and sits down beside you.

“Jungkook,” he answers, not offering more than that, glancing around the park and not at you. You poke his side to gain his attention.

“Ok Jungkook,” hearing his name from you sounds foreign but not unpleasant, “what brings you to the park at nearly 10 at night by yourself, and why are you crying?” you inquire, no judgement coming from your tone, just genuine curiosity.

Jungkook is silent for a moment, before he answers. “I came to clear my head, and it’s none of your business,” he snaps, before turning to address you with a glower. Sitting here, facing you, he’s given a proper chance to take you in, and realises you’re a lot prettier than the first glance he got of you. Your eyes hold a youthful and carefree gleam to them, and he can’t help but envy the life you probably lead, leagues better than his.

He figures you’re around his age, no older than 20 or 21. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, opting to wear a pretty dress with a light jacket. Then again, you probably didn’t expect to see yourself in this situation, so you didn’t dress for this peculiar occasion.

“Ahh,” you drawl, understanding washing over your features. “I do that too sometimes. The park is nice, quiet. I always come here when I feel sad about something.”

Jungkook’s face loses the scowl and straightens out, strangely relieved to hear he isn’t the only one who seeks the solitude of the park when things get too stressful. But then, without thinking, he blurts “but you don’t seem the type to be sad about anything, what would you have to worry about?”

At his remark, you give him a wry smile, and cough out a laugh before replying. “Well, this week I got fired from my job because they had too many workers apparently, and had to ‘regretfully inform me that there wasn’t enough work available and had to let me go.’ Wow, I’m surprised I said that without stuttering!” you’re sent into a fit of giggles at your own statement, but Jungkook isn’t laughing along with you.

He feels even more terrible for assuming that you didn’t have your own worries and stress. Quite frankly, he feels like an asshole for treating you like he did, when all you wanted to do was make a boy who was breaking down in the middle of a park feel better, however drunk you may be.

“So, wanna tell be about all about your woes and worries? Might not hurt to rant to a stranger, might take some of the weight off your shoulders,” you give a small smile, one that compels Jungkook to reconsider your offer.

With a bit of hesitation, he takes a deep breath and replies, “you’re probably going to laugh at me, but…I just had a really difficult day. I woke up late for college, had no money to get food for my lunch so I had to share with my friend, and again ended up being late for practice cause I had to help people with their music equipment. He yelled at me in front of the squad, it was so embarrassing, called me ‘disappointing’ and the rest” he places his head in his hands and groans, “it’s just…everything adds up and I just feel like shit right now and I want it to end.”

He feels a hand rub up and down his back and he takes comfort in the gesture. “That sounds really bad dude, I’m sorry” you eventually say, and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, your face laced with sympathy. He feels like you know there’s more to story, that you can relate to what he’s feeling, but you don’t push, and he’s grateful for that. Maybe it’s the space and understanding you grant him that causes words to bubble out of his mouth.

“I’m just sick of having to live up to everyone’s expectations, you know? Like I just want to be able to make mistakes, and not have to face someone’s nagging for it. I want to be able to learn from the mistakes I make. I don’t want to have to be the perfect, model student or football player, I don’t want to have all this responsibility pushed onto my shoulders, to study hard to get a respectable job, to get married and have kids. I just want to live my life, live it the way I want to. I just want to be able to have fun, for once.”

The rubbing on his back never ceases, and you sit closer to him. After a few moments of silence, in which Jungkook was paranoid you’d think he was just being a pitiful excuse for a human being, you talk once again, seeming soberer than when you two had first met.

“I decided to do art in college. And everyone gave me flak for it. ‘Why would you do art, there’s no jobs you can get out of it?’ ‘Why don’t you choose something more popular, it’ll be a better choice.’ And I almost gave in and said that I’d settle for something like business, that I can do well in it, that it’s something I can do for the rest of my life. But I didn’t want it, because I wasn’t happy. Sure, I might get a good paying job and a successful career out of it, but I was gonna live a miserable life as a result. And in the end, I decided to be selfish for once in my life. I ignored the advice everyone else gave me and went for something that I love doing. So, I chose art, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m doing what I love, and I’m living in the moment. Yes, things can get very difficult, and that it seems hard to get out of the dark times, but I’m in charge of my life. And I’m living for myself. And it feels good.”

As you talk, Jungkook stares in amazement, having respect for the courage you showed in your decision, despite it being hard. You level your stare with him, and speak once more.

“So, I want you to start doing what you love, and make yourself happy. It’ll be hard going against what everyone wants, trust me,” you laugh a little, “but in the end, it’ll be so worth it. And if not, and everything turns out worse, then you can hunt me down and strangle me for this piece of advice I gave you while being terribly drunk,” you smirk, which turns into a full blown grin when Jungkook laughs at you, smiling for what felt like the first time that day. He lowers his head, grin still in place, and filled with a determination he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Ok. I have no clue how I’m gonna do it, but I’ll try. I don’t wanna be stuck like this forever,” he turns to you with a small smile, which you return, “I’m gonna live by my own rules and make myself happy.”

Things become silent for a while as you two stare at each other, save for the sounds of the city which never cease for anyone. He jumps a little when his phone buzzes, revealing a text from his brother, wondering where he is. He gives you a grimace and explains how he should get home, but you don’t seem bothered and just giggle away to yourself and stay on the bench. He’s about to leave when he has his bags in hand, when he stops, giving you one last look.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, I mean it. I feel a lot better after talking to you,” he gives a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You wink (to the best of your ability) at him, giving him a salute.

“Anytime, Jungkook.”

At that, Jungkook gets the courage to ask “can I have your number? I-I mean, if you want, of course. It’s just I really liked talking to you tonight. And uhm… call me if you ever want to vent too…” he trails off, not knowing what else to say and just wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole for how awkward this has become. But you just start laughing and hand him your phone, trusting him to enter in his number and take yours since you ‘can’t really see too straight right now’.

With one last smile in your direction, you both say your goodbyes and goodnights. Putting his phone back into his bag, he notices something sitting on top of it, and quickly realises it’s the flower you attempted to give him at the beginning of your encounter. Grinning like an idiot, Jungkook walks home with a new sense of purpose, and hopes of texts in the morning. All because of a drunk girl who wanted to give him a flower to make him happy on a very shitty day.

hi everyone I’m stev & welcome to my BNHA scenario + headcanon blog ! If ur not too busy then don’t hesitate on hitting me up w ur asks and i hope everyone enjoys themselves !! 

Originally posted by allanimanga

I thought I knew what love was until I met you.
—  but now that I know, I’m scared because I’ve never met someone who’s made me so happy, so hopeful , someone who light up the blackness that filled me and opened the curtains I’ve held so tight for so long. I’ve never had someone make me feel like summer, I’ve never had someone make me feel like the sun, I’ve always been the moon, following the earth giving off light I just reflected from something else, you made me the sun. You made me feel like even though sometimes the waves push you over again and again, that the tide will retreat and you’ll be left on the beach. You showed me how to be happy, and you made me happy. You make me fucking happy and I’ve never been happy before so I’m so sorry if I shake when I see you, and if sometimes I stumble over my words but I didn’t know love had hazel eyes and kind smile till I met you and I don’t know what to do. @numbteenagers
There are times your love reaches the darkest crevasses of my mind and makes them blossom with light and for an instant there I feel like everything will be alright however, there are other times you are the cause of the demons that make it hard to sleep at night. It’s an on going battle, you fill me up with hope just to bring me back down. At the end of the day once again, you have me wrapped around your finger.
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Originally posted by minxinheels

It was a rare occasion for a man to be present for the birth of his child, but luckily your husband refused to leave your side.

The natural light had faded and you could only see what the faint candle light shone on. The room was cold even with the blanket thrown over you middle.

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Anyway, I absolutely adore Arin Hanson. He’s silly but wise and fills me with such genuine hope and inspiration. Without his influence growing up would be horrifying for me. He leads me to believe that I can achieve my dreams by relaxing and being myself, and that life is really only as scary as you make it. I’m proud of him and how far he’s come, and will support him and his content until the end of time.
Thank you Arin Hanson, for being my idol.

Taking the Long Way Home

Part 1

A/N: I’ll make another part or two if you guys enjoy this! I never know if I should continue posting because I get no feedback so it’d be great if you guys left some! I actually really like this little story thing that I’m making so I hope you guys like it too! I also made a masterlist so you guys can check on there when I’ve posted a new part unless you happen to see it when it’s posted. With that being said, have fun on your adventure in Auradon. 

“Rise and shine, sleepy heads!” Ben, otherwise known as King Ben to the people of Auradon, came and woke you and Cameron up from your comforting slumber. Your head rested on his chest as his arm curled out from under you, holding your waist while your legs were tangled together at the bottom of the bed. The curtains were pulled in opposite directions, revealing the morning sun and letting it beam on your faces. “Can we get like 5 more minutes please?” You asked in a raspy voice that was an octave lower than your regular voice. 

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formerly2ofakindmk  asked:

I can't get enough of demon Kaito and human Shinichi au.

Okay.  Let’s see if I can work with that.  8)

“Ugh, this is the tenth demon summoning this week,” an attractive man complained to a dark-skinned man Kaito thought to be his partner.  They seemed to be law enforcement types, after all.

Kaito lounged in the circle he’d been summoned to.

“Well, if it’s all the same, beautiful, I’d like to go home if my gig’s getting canceled.  Mind letting me out?” Kaito shot the man his most winning smile.  The man was Not Impressed.

“Oh, of course, let me just release the level three demon and leave him free to do as he pleases,” he said, voice too light.  The sarcasm beneath the veneer was biting.  “I’m not letting you out until we can be sure you’ll have to go back home.”

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I would do anything if I knew that it would make me happy.
I cut my hair off and bleached it white because I thought it might make me happy.
I dropped out of school in a desperate but stupid attempt to feel better.
I picked up painting, singing and dancing all in vain because I still feel the same.
I got rid of almost all my friends just in case they were toxic and for the hell of it.
I fell in love and out of love and back in love just to see if that was what is missing in my body.
I spent all my money on beautiful but expensive pieces of clothing, but the outside of me I’m still loathing.
I let random men feel me up in hope that one of them could fill the emptiness inside my chest.
I got a therapist and he gave me a bottle with pills but they didn’t help, they only made me more depressed.
—  // materialistic stuff will never be enough
And a boys touch really isn’t much. //
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #12

I’m sad.

I’m not depressed. I know that much. I still have motivation, I’m not dreading tomorrow, I’m perfectly fine with being alive.

But I am sad. It’s not the gray-black sadness that comes with depression and loss of hope. It’s a purple-blue-green-black sadness. The kind that fills me up with all kinds of emotions. The kind that is comfortable and warm, and feels so right. It’s the kind that settles in your bones and the bottom of your stomach, and weighs down your limbs. I’m feeling too much all at one time, and I don’t think it will change.

And I have no idea why.