how do i still not own this book

do you ever cry bc in blue lily lily blue when ronan is dreaming up the murder shit adam is disgusted with himself and is like ‘blah blah left to his own devices ronan manifests beautiful things but when im given the power i manifest filthy murders etc etc’ rip my heart out adam on so many levels with this one EXCEPT EXCEPT earlier in the book ronan straight up says to adam 'maybe i dreamed you’. maybe. i. dreamed. you. ronan dreams beautiful things and adam is so so beautiful to ronan that he could be one of them and he all but says as much to adams face but adam still cant see how special and wonderful he is rip me.

summer depression things
  • sleeping in way too late
  • “oh no it’s 4 am and i’m still awake”
  • mindlessly refreshing the same apps over and over
  • picking up a book only to put it down because the words aren’t processing in your brain
  • listening to the same three albums repeatedly
  • either eating every snack you own within an hour or forgetting to eat for like half the day
  • “if i don’t do my summer homework it doesn’t exist”
  • wearing the same sundress three days in a row
  • watching your friends hang out with each other as you stay at home and stare at the wall
  • consistently forgetting to respond to people who text you
  • reminiscing over past summers and how much fun you had then
  • wanting the school year to start but also feeling Crushing Anxiety when you think of how soon it is
  • drinking like a gallon of water every hour or not having any water all day and dehydrating
  • unbrushed hair
  • lying down on the floor
  • “what day is it today”
  • mosquitoes make you feel downright murderous
  • watching movies only to get distracted
  • even sitting around at home makes you tired
  • this is not fun
good bmc bootleg bits I can't stop thinking about

• Jeremy’s fuckin Aveeno ™ bottle and tissue box
• just… the kids on the bus… how they’re all doing their own thing… and how they all sway from one side to another like they’re on an actual bus
• literally everything Christine does during More Than Survive I never expected her to be so extra
• Michael literally never sitting still for once in his life
• how during the second chorus everyone’s kinda bouncing in their seats but then at “my Mac book pro hard drive” they all just JAM OUT and honestly same
• Jer kinda bouncing along to Michael’s beat as he dances to Bob Marley
• Michael’s face at the Boyf riends backpacks
• the lil push he gives Jeremy when he walks toward the play poster
• also Jer’s voice crack during “I sign my name”
• how everyone nicely frames the play poster before Rich breaks formation just to yell “GAY”
• Mike gently papping Jer’s face right before he runs into play practice
• “I’m kidding!” “Well, I’m Jeremy!”
• Christine jumping over everything and Jeremy just sorta hunched over watching her like “holy fuck she’s so cute she should not be allowed to be this cute”
• MR REYES HUGGING CHRISTINE TO HIS CHEST AT “the man is dead, let it go”
• Jake’s little arm pump at “victory dance”
• every single fucking movement Richard Goranski makes during The Squip Song
• the people in the background singing the “ah"s…. spoopy
• Rich slapping himself after he accidentally lets his lisp slip out
• just. Rich’s hips.
• also his friendship with Brooke that u can see in the background in a few scenes
• how the cushions for Two Player Game just YEET out of nowhere
• the completely unnecessary amount of touching going on during Two Player Game
• how Jeremy and Michael just work so well together and keep switching controllers
• "will you be too cool for m – …… video games?”
• how the scary stock boy does the same spooky hand movements that Rich did
• Michael shrugging at “I don’t know why”
• Jeremy’s totally overexaggerated pill swallowing
• the lady with the hat who randomly walked thru the scene?? Who Was She
• Jeremy deliberately running into Jake what a shit
• his convulsions during The Squip Enters?? he’s in so much pain help him
• people recording Jeremy highkey dying on the floor and Christine getting all worried (and also hitting Jake for calling him a freak)
• how the Squip just ascends the stairs and you can kinda see him in the darkness before he starts speaking and he takes a power stance gripping the railing and speaking super authoritatively
• there’s so much more but fuck I can’t stop thinking bout these kids

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There’s a lot to say about Jingo, and I wish I was in the right headspace to really write coherently, but I’ve been sitting here with this text post open for about half an hour trying different sentences and finding that none of them quite fit what I’m feeling.

There’s a lot of anger in this book. It’s hard to notice, sometimes, because it’s also an incredibly funny and ridiculous book. There are a lot of jokes! But some of those jokes come to a sharp and unexpected point. That scene with Detritus and the Riot Act is hilarious; it’s got Vimes at his most dry and sarcastic and it’s got Detritus methodically picking up a man and using him to hit a bunch of other men. But it’s also got that sharp moment when one of the men claims that Klatchians have killed people, and Vimes asks “who?” and the man falters and says “…everyone knows they’ve been killing people!” and that’s such a familiar sounding phrase that it pulls you up short.

And any conversation between Fred Colon and Nobby is going to be hilarious, and there is nothing funnier than watching Nobby quietly make a fool of Fred’s casual ignorant racism. He doesn’t even have to try hard! But then: “You know we’re better’n Klatchians. Otherwise what’s the point?

There’s so much of that in this book. Little moments, that betray the frustration and anger behind the entire plotline. When I first read it, I was thirteen, and didn’t notice most of it. But I distinctly remember reading for the first time that scene between Carrot and Goriff:

“We can tell which way the wind is blowing,” said Goriff calmly.
Carrot sniffed the salt air. “It’s blowing from Klatch,” he said.
“For you, perhaps,” said Goriff. 

I’ve never forgotten that. That was how I remembered Jingo after reading the entire series and going back again. There are others that hit me harder now (the “they are us” passage in particular) but this was the scene that telegraphed perfectly to me the bitterness and frustration in this conflict, in watching it, in living it.

And then Jingo gives us what we all want so badly, the whole time, watching this play out. Vimes puts his foot down. He charges in. He arrests the leaders of the opposing nations. He arrests the armies. He stops it, he ends it. And there’s still frustration, there has to be, there’s no way everything can get better overnight. But he saw how stupid the whole thing was and he made it stop. There’s anger in that, too, because it’s what the angry part of us watching the conflict wants to have happen. We want to arrest the armies. We want to arrest Lord Rust and Prince Cadram and everybody like them. We want to end it, and we get to do that alongside Vimes. If only we didn’t have to put the book down afterwards.

I need to make some space for my own anger at the end of this tirade here. Reading the tags on some of these posts, a huge number of them echo the same core sentiment: “relevant.” And it is. It’s so relevant. And I’m so angry. Because it shouldn’t be. We shouldn’t still be here, watching the pebbles bounce. We shouldn’t feel an aching familiarity in the words of a bigot declaring that “everyone knows” something completely made-up, or in a family leaving their home because the people around them are claiming it doesn’t belong to them. Why are we still here. Why is this still happening. Why is this still relevant.

I’m extremely glad to have this book, as an excellent story and excellent social commentary, to be relevant in this time. But I still wish that it wasn’t.

The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!


Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”

“Yes.”

“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.


For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here

Public Shame

As I mentioned, I recently read Jon Ronson’s book “So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed” and thought it made some very compelling points on the renaissance of public shaming in the age of social media.  I was going to post my highlights, but then I realized I’d highlighted about 30% of the book, so instead:

I wrote down what I thought were some of the key, take-home points the book made, and pulled quotes from the book in no particular order for each of them.  It’s  still a wall of text, but feel free to wade in if you’re interested.

Again, I strongly recommend giving this book a read.

  • Public shaming is often motivated by a belief that one is Doing Good
  • Public shaming is about social conformity
  • Public shaming can make us LESS aware of viewpoints different that our own 
  • Shame works because we are all afraid
  • Shaming others can bring out our own brutality
  • Shame leads to dehumanization and “death of the soul”
  • Shame leads to violence
  • Technology has strange warping effects on how public shaming affects us (and social media shaming can have longer impacts than we expect)
  • There is evidence that “De-shaming” may have more positive outcomes than shaming

quotes from the book supporting each point under the cut. (bolding mine, quotes by paragraph and in no particular order)

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S.J.Mess Rant

Okay, to everyone hating on Sarah, please read this and get your facts straight. 

Emrys and Malakai are a happy gay couple with an adorable adopted son in the Throne of Glass series. I know they are more of side characters but at least Sarah is trying to include some diversity. We asked for diversity and she gave it to us. 

The Morrigan is a character in the A Court of Thorns and Roses Series who is romantically lesbian and sexually enjoys being with both sexes. 

There is a place mentioned called Xian where three characters are from, the High Lord of Day, Amren, and Nuan, who crafted Lucien’s metal eye and the cure for the faebane. Characters from Xian and the Day Court would be Asian. 

There is also Helion, High Lord of the Day Court, who is black, and would probably be of African descent. 

Lucien, Helion’s son, would be biracial. With darker skin and red hair. Anyone portraying him as white would do so on their own terms. 

The Illyrian people can be portrayed as any ethnicity with dark hair and dark skin, it is up to the reader to interpret that. Several main characters are Illyrian. I, being Latina, like to think of them as Hispanic. 

When you hate on Sarah, you make her seem like she is incapable of making mistakes or changing her books. This does both her fandom and her a disservice. 

No matter how many books she shares with us, they are still hers. I was fucking pissed when she killed Nehemia and Sorscha because not only were they strong women of color, they were beautiful people. But when I was pissed I did not take to social media spouting insults and hatred at Sarah and the people who like her. Because even if I am angry, these are still Sarah’s books. They are first and foremost Sarah’s characters. She is allowed to kill them. She began writing, and is writing for herself and these characters. She does not have to share these books with us. She does not have to consider what we ask for. She doesn’t owe us that. She tells the character’s stories and we are along for the ride. Unless you have secretly been writing the books this whole time and Sarah is just a front, please don’t think you know what’s best for the series. 

You may continue hating now but do it with this knowledge please. 

anonymous asked:

one thing you love about link and sidon? i love links dorky smile and i lovvvee sidons cat-like snoot!

oh heck. 

What’s not to love?! 

Also, are we talking in terms of canon or widely accepted headcanons in the fandom? And is this on individual terms or in their couple terms? Because I could go on for miles with each one. In fact, I think I will! 

Canon Link

- his cute little smile when he’s cooking and peering over the cooking pot

- his puns. His terrible puns. Is he sealious right now?

- how god damn sassy he is in general. (”I want to set things on fire!!”) (*casually goes up and tries to steal the thunderhelm and his excuse is that he wants it*)

- the fact that enough people comment on his nudity and that it was programmed into the game to suggest that Link would definitely do this more often if he could

- his cute little giggles when he’s bouncing on the water bed

- his lack of giving a fuck about gender norms 

- The very heavy implication that Link knows a shitload of languages, despite being mute

- Everyone either knowing what Link is saying based on his facial expressions or everyone in Hyrule just being fluent in Sign Language so Link can communicate easily

Fandom Link

- TWITCHY LITTLE EARS~~~~ <3 

- Selectively mute but still cusses the fuck out of monsters when he gets frustrated 

- (this goes in a different section but is still related: Sidon being so shook when he hears Link using bad words for the first time)

- The bad puns and Dad Jokes intensified 

- THE SASS INTENSIFIED

- Link being very musically inclined

- Like. No, here me out. He carves his own ocarina to take with him. The music you hear on the soundtrack is the music he wrote on his journey because that was one of the few things he did remember was his love of music

- Link filling his house with a shitload of refurbished instruments. Pianos, violins, you name it, he probably fixed it up and owns it now

- JUST GIVE ME MUSICAL LINK WHO USES SONG TO COMMUNICATE HIS LOVE FOR SIDON IT’S ALL I NEED

- Tbh I love everything about Link, Canon and Fandom. 

Canon Sidon

- The Fourth Wall Break

- His motivational speeches (we all need a smol Sidon to cheer us on, let’s be real here)

- The pride he takes for being unstoppable in the water

- Yet the fact that he still allows him to be vulnerable in the times that he misses his sister the most

- Also the fact that he doesn’t deny to Link that he was taking a moment to miss his sister if he gets caught

- That boopable snoot

- THE DORKY LITTLE MARCH HE HAS WHEN HE’S WALKING AROUND THE DOMAIN. HE LOOKS SO PROFESSIONAL AND STRONG. YOU GO SIDON. YOU GO BOIYO.

Fandom Sidon

- HIS TAIL WAGS

- LOOKIT THAT TAIL GO WHEN HE SEES LINK HE IS SO HAPPY

- Sidon making snorting and grunty noises like a cat or some other animal and it’s purely subconscious but it also immediately gives away his mood and it’s precious

- Related, but Sidon’s gills poofing out like a cat when he gets startled. I know that that can’t anatomically happen considering what little muscle in gills actually exists and how it’s supposed to move but STILL

- His pupils getting either really really big or really really small. You could say it’s a predatory response or he’s very excited to see Link again. You choose.

- I’ve seen this in some fic but idk how widely accepted it is but…Sidon being afraid of horses

- Related, this is entirely my own doing but I will go down with this headcanon: Sidon being a book worm. He’s read every single book in the royal library cover to cover. Link can’t keep resupplying him fast enough because he just plows through the story in one sitting. If there are languages within the books that are completely made up, Sidon teaches himself that language because he’s a fucking NERD

SidLink

- Sidon taught himself Sign Language at a very young age so he could talk to Link

- Sidon has been in love with Link since pre-Calamity, he just wasn’t aware

- Sidon is very traditional when it comes to courting. Link is very much not. 

- Everyone knowing that Link and Sidon are helplessly in love with each other except for them

- The first song Link composes after defeating Ganon is Sidon’s Song

- The first time Sidon visits Hateno, Link puts on a little concert for him. Sidon’s Song he saves for the finale

- L I N K I S B I G S P O O N 

- I don’t care that Sidon is twice his height, Link is and will do his damn best to be the best fucking big spoon there ever was

- Sidon fucking LOVES IT

- Sidon hugs are best hugs

- Link hugs kind of crush Sidon’s lungs a little bit

- Holy fuck Link is strong

- Link just casually bench presses Sidon when bored. Shark Prince swoons helplessly

- Link is the best cook. Sidon is fucking terrible. No amount of cooking lessons are helping Link’s poor shark bf. 

- They like to float down rivers and stuff together, but every. Single. Time. Link gets a wild hair up his ass to try to swim and out swim Sidon. And every. Single. time. Sidon has to save this dumbass because he runs out of stamina and nearly drowns. 

- Sidon can dish out compliments but he cannot take. Link loves watching Sidon’s face turn redder than the top of his head when complimented. 

anonymous asked:

how are you so freaking good at art while you are only 15??? how do you practice? what is something that you do that you think really helped you with drawing?

Hmmmmmm… That’s a good question! Well, I can’t say it enough but the most useful thing I did to learn was reading a lot of drawings books. But if there’s another thing that helped a lot was to redraw other drawings in your own style. 

A quick example: 

Here I did a redraw of the lastest episode of MHA. 

By doing that ( When you are still learning to improve ), you practice anatomy, facial expression, posture, colours, backgrounds ( If there’s any ) etc.

I don’t know if I’m clear enough, but I hope it helped a bit! ^^

Heat Wave

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

Request: (@the5sosfreakme) I was thinking evil Barry, high school? Like he’s super SUPER possessive of y/n and she comes to school in little shorts… So he’s like super possessive over her and like let’s say Mark Mardon, was flirting with her and he steps in. Then maybe hot and heavy in the parking lot?

Notes: I decided not to add the hot and heavy just because the fic itself ended at a good point and just it would have been a little out of place. Anyways, enjoy!

 Tagging: @tmrhollandkay @silverwingedfox


You groaned as your alarm clock woke you up, the loud song you chose shaking the last remnants of your dream from your mind. Now fully awake you rub your eyes, kicking the sheets off your legs. It was boiling hot outside, and your open window letting in the heat made your room almost unbearable.

Sluggishly, you got out of bed, going through your usual morning routine. Faced with the difficult decision of what to wear in the heat you decided on a cute tank top and a pair of high-waisted short shorts, shrugging on a long cardigan on top in case school was cold inside. You put on a pair converse and quickly finish your makeup, deciding to pull your hair back so it doesn’t stick to your neck. Comfortable with your choices, you grab your backpack and make your way downstairs, grabbing something quick for breakfast and saying a quick goodbye to your family before getting into your car.

The drive to school was short, the AC cooling you down only to be blasted with heat when you get out of the car. You push through the doors into school, saying hi to people you pass as you make your way to your locker.

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Real Love

It’s ya girl, Spaghetti, back at it again with another fanfic.

In which Sherwin goes to Jonathon’s house to do homework together.


Jonathon

It was quite a warm Friday. Kids were filing out of the school grounds, laughing and joking and shoving, cars were making their way down the street and everybody was relieved that the week was over. The only person that wasn’t smiling was Jonathon; first off, he had a bunch of maths homework to do. Jonathon hated maths. Most of the work was really annoying anyways. When on earth was he ever going to need to know the square root of a number, or how to use Pythagoras Theorem? Secondly, he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier today.

“Come on you don’t really like him, do you?”
Jonathon looked up from his lunch. “What do you mean?”
The blonde made a face that looked like a sneer. “Y’know. That ginger kid. Sherwood.”
“Sherwin.”
“Whatever. The point is I don’t think you’re gay Jon.”
“Yeah,” A boy with dark brown hair piped in. “My sister used to think she was.” The boy shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. “But it was just a phase.”
“Exactly.” The blonde nodded in agreement. “It’s not real love. How could it be?”
The two boys laughed together. Jonathon didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Ruffling his hair, Jonathon let out a breath through his pursed lips. It was true he’d hadn’t thought about guys in that way before, but what he felt for Sherwin was real. His face got flushed and he started smiling way to much and when he looked at him, so many different feelings bubbled up in his chest he couldn’t even describe it. “Geez. I’m acting like a girl with a silly crush…”
Then he saw a familiar messy mop of red hair in the crowd.
Then he burst into flames.

Sherwin

“Guess who!” 
An arm wrapped itself around Sherwin’s shoulders making him yelp.
“J-Jonathon!” Good lord.His voice literally just broke thirty times in a row. The brunette laughed and pecked the smaller boy on the forehead. Sherwin went bright pink, a wobbly smile spreeading on his face. “So, um, how are you?” Sherwin mentally smacked himself for being so awkward.
Jonathon’s nose wrinkled as he looked at the workbook he was carrying in the crook of his arm. 
“Could be better. Miss Lavender set a bunch of homework and I already know I’m gonna do bad.”
“I CAN HELP YOU!”
Jonathon looked shocked for a second before his broke out into a grin.
“Really? You’d help me with my maths?”
Sherwin could feel his getting redder as he nodded.
Jonathon beamed so widely a dimple appeared in his cheek. “That’s great! Let’s go!” He grabbed Sherwin by the hand and started running faster than Sherwin ever could.
“W-Wait! Where are we going?”
“To my house!”
“At least let me call my mum first!”


“So I just have to divide by two after that?”
“Yep, then you have your answer.”
“Whoa, it’s a lot easier when you explain it.”
Sherwin smiled a wobbly smile before looking back at his own book. His face refused to go back to a normal shade as he couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that he was in Jonathon’s room. Sure the door was open and they were doing homework but still. He also couldn’t get over how draw-able Jonathon was. His face was the definition of concentration; his brows were slightly furrowed, his blue eyes partially covered by long lashes, while a few loose strands of hair fell in front of his forehead. Sherwin was so caught up in his sketching he didn’t realize Jonathon watching him.

Jonathon

“Are you drawing me?”
The red head jumped, his face turning the same hue as his hair.
“Um, I, er, n-no, uh, maybe?”
Jonathon quirked an eyebrow, trying his best not to grin like an idiot. Scooting over to Sherwin he peered down at the drawing, his eyes widening slightly.
“Wow. That’s amazing.” Jonathon couldn’t help but blush upon seeing the sketch. The pencil lines were so soft and delicate, he could almost see the love that Sherwin was drawing him with.
“T-thanks.”
Jonathon looked up at the boy, realizing how close they were, noses almost touching.“We should take a break.” 
“Um, Okay do you wanna-”
Before even thinking about what he was doing, Jonathon took the book out of Sherwin’s hands and put down on the table. Wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s waist he leaned back so they were both lying on the bed. He couldn’t help but smile when Sherwin let out a little squeak.
“I really, really, like you, Sherwin.”
Jonathon felt the red head hesitantly wrap his arms around him, stuttering out something that sounded like “I like you too.”
“Not real love…” The words of his friends echoed his brain. “What do they know?”
Maybe they wouldn’t be together forever, Jonathon and Sherwin, but right now, at this moment, the feelings they felt were as real as anything, and that is enough.

Sherwin

Sherwin’s heart beat steadily as they cuddled. He had the overwhelming urge to kiss Jonathon on he lips, right there and then.
But not just yet.
Not yet.


I hope y’all enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any suggestions, feedback, or if I made any errors just let me know.
Jonathon and Sherwin belong to Beth and Esteban.

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‘A Brand New Dawn’ The Complete Art - by whitebear-ofthe-watertribe
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In celebration of me FINALLY finishing ‘A Brand New Dawn,’ I figured I’d post all the art I did for it in one master post for anyone who didn’t get to see it before :) This has been such an incredible journey; the process of writing the equivalent of a book, as well as learning how to do various digital art mediums, all in the last year, has really helped me to grow a lot. Part of me still wishes to do a sequel, but being in my last year of college leaves little time for frivolous things like sleeping and eating, let alone the many hours needed to do any writing justice. But maybe someday!

To my Readers, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support. A huge thank you SO MUCH to everyone who sent in fanart for it! I still cry over them because WOW!! And to every single person who either commented on the fic itself or sent me personal messages, you are positively amazing! This process would’ve never seen completion without all your encouragement, so thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and major hiatuses between cliffhanger chapters, until the very end (especially since that “end” took yet another hiatus of half a bloody year, haha). You are all incredible and very dear to my heart!

One Shake-Reggie Mantle

Riverdale Imagine:#1

Prompt: “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Word Count: 2,391

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Summary: After years of asking, Y/N finally agrees to a date with Reggie. 

A/n: Surprise!!!! I know I said I wouldn’t be posting any Riverdale Imagines aside from the ABCs I thought about it a lot and decided why not? I am so excited to share this with you at the end of my blogaversary celebration. This also marks the start of me taking riverdale requests! So you can now request for them as well. I would also like to note that I really am rather distressed about the recast, like I understand it but that doesn’t keep my heart from breaking

Tagging my BFF and lover of Reggie Mantle @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday  as well as my new friend @mantleismagnificent

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

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HEY GUYS i’m workin on things i promise!! have some BRAND NEW ENVIRONMENT SKETCHES

but environment sketches FOR WHAT!? i’m gonna work on a project called “The God Squad” which may or may not also become a book, i haven’t quite decided

concepts are still pretty heavily in development as you can probably tell by how sloppy these sketches are. lotsa work to do on this

so pictures you’ll see what i’m calling Archangel Hall, and just some general heaven things. i’m building my own heaven from scratch, but it’s been super inspiring! i’m v bad at architecture and such so this is good for me

MISTAKE || one

badboy!yoongi, 3k words, he acts like a fuckboy but really he doesn’t know how to tell you how beautiful you are. 
↳ highschool au + min yoongi

WARNING: A little suggestiveness with badboy Yoongi.

“First one to fall in love loses, deal?”

“Deal.”

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

PART TWO ≫ HERE

School was stressful. Even that was an understatement. You couldn’t help but hate the place. Everything about it was awful and you were sure nothing would change, not even in your senior year.

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Always Late

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

A/N:This is so long but I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m thinking of doing a part 2, I’m not sure, I’ve got a few ideas. I’ve recently gotten back into Tom Odell, and his music has a recurring cameo lol, I also love Fake Plastic Trees, it’s one of my favourite songs.

Words:13441

Summary: (Y/N) is a music fanatic, she’s grown up with music all around her, mainly because of her dad being a music producer. When her dad forgets some things, (Y/N) has to drop them off at the studio, where she meets the 5SOS boys. As her dad and the boys work together more, they are invited over for dinner and a certain guitarist takes interest in (Y/N)


My fingers move at a rapid pace, causing one of my favourite sounds in the whole world. I’m about to get to the best part when all of a sudden I’m cut off and my guitar makes a pathetic sound.

I look up and find my mum standing by my amp. “Dude, why’d you cut me off?” I ask.

“As much as it sounded great, dad forgot his phone and his notebook, so could you drive down to the studio and give him his phone?” She requests. 

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“They said that Hades never smiled. They said that the god that ruled all that is beneath the ground had actually forgotten how happiness really felt like, or any emotion whatsoever.

And they pitied that “poor, unfortunate girl”, so young and beautiful, who had been forced to stay with a man incapable of giving her the love she deserved. Six months per year. For all eternity.

But these are only lies, Persephone thought, as she opened her eyes, feeling still a little numb from the drowsiness.
For they don’t know how warm, gentle and loving is Hades’ smile.”

This is my caption to this illustration (which is the digitally coloured version of my previous post). Since I really liked when @melsisalady22 added her own text to this other little comic of mine, I thought that I’d like to see what would you add to my caption. You can also re-write it completely if you want to (feel free to do it), or even quote someone else’s text/book/post (in this case remember to put the credits please). I’ll choose three of the best written and most inherent captions (so, try not to “twist the mood” of the illustration completely) and I’ll also reward the users who wrote them with a completely free drawing of their own choice.

  • [After Draco suppresses his anger too long and ends up in the hospital wing]
  • Narcissa: [incredulous] A peptic ulcer!? How did you manage to get a peptic ulcer!? The doctor said you had the stomach lining of a 60-year old Auror! You are a teenager, for Merlin's sake; what do you have to be stressed about!?
  • Draco: [finally loses his cool] For your information, I just spent the past 3 hours on a gurney next to a student who was still trying to eat his own hand after he TURNED IT INTO A CUPCAKE! And the jackass who put in this IV couldn't find a vein with two hands and a torch! The books in here are all outdated and are of zero use to anyone! These stupid sheets are itchy! There's only one house elf to wait on everyone in here, and what's this about a bedpan...?!
One Last Time, touken/tousaki fanfic

Summary: One of the many times Haise visits Touka in :re, and his last. Based on Mutsuki’s flashbacks from chapter 114. One-shot.

Rating: K+, fluff | Words: 4,362k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: I missed writing tousaki so much *cries* I’m happy with the result even if it’s not extremely relevant. This would be what Mutsuki sees in his flashback, that everyone was wondering if he just followed Kaneki or something. This could also be the last time Haise sees Touka? I’m not sure, you can decide that for yourselves. If you liked this weird thing, feedback is always appreciated! <3 enjoy. 

Preview:

She takes his breath away; just having her near him is enough to make his heart flutter.

“Hi,” she says, smiling softly, greeting him with the most beautiful presence. Her eyes look kindly surprised to see him there.

She’s wearing a pigtail at the back of her head, soft stray strands of hair falling on each side of her face, one lock touching her right eye, stroking her eyelashes. She looks prettier than the last time he saw her, and seeing her with a new hairstyle is surprisingly refreshing.

Don’t say anything about her hair, don’t be an idiot, don’t s—

“Y-Your hair looks cute,” that’s the first thing he says.

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