i always go with my gut

cu chulainn is great for many reasons but one of them is definitely that at first sight he seems like the popular sportsy jock kid who’s the star of the local track team and always gets picked first in gym class and will probably go on to become some famous athlete who appears on talk shows but then you ask him what he wants to do when he grows up and he’s like “I will die on a gruesome battlefield tied to a rock with my own insides in order to remain standing, slain at the fine age of twenty-five at most by the sons of men I don’t even remember killing, the last sounds to come from my lips being laughter directed at the crow attempting to eat my spilled guts before I’m even properly dead” with a smile that says he’s looking forward to it

anonymous asked:

i love your blog!! what drew you to bella as a muse?

          SDUBSDIfGN I LOVE YOU !   but honestly, i don’t know. the werewolves always got me, it’s not that i wasn’t intrigued by the vamps, i just .   .   .  i love werewolves, y’all, i’m a Secret Furry. 

& in all honesty ? I HATED BELLA. every ounce of my 12-year-old body hated her guts. i hate a lot of heroines in most famous books today. it’s just that their actions are so stupid to me sometimes i want to cry & throw the book across the room. now i realize it’s bc i had avpd even all the way back then & i just couldn’t relate to any of these heroines bc no one related TO ME. they were all neurotypical for the most part & they got guys. i couldn’t understand both of those things. also bella was really annoying. like i hated her so much sdhfg.

recently i grew indifferent, but once i picked new moon again i was like bithc……………………. it’s just meyer’s writing. like i HATE her writing. but bella ? she’s just a gal who found a guy who actually liked her. she even sounded like she had anxiety too. & my brain just got to work you know, here she was, this girl who came to forks bc she didn’t fit in w/her mom & she wants to give her more freedom. frankly, i realized DO relate to her. in her very basic essence, bella would be my best friend. but that’s it, i erase all else, & build her up from the foundation up. like i kno some ppl might get offended or whatever, but i’m TIRED. bella is just a strong girl, & she tries so hard. so so HARD. i understand why people might hate her, i get it. but pls, let me introduce you to a NEW bella. i don’t know if she’s better bc that’s almost going beyond disliking a series, it’s like shading the author ( like i haven’t done that b4, but u know ), but GOD, bella is so much more than this frail, sickly girl that meyer makes her out to be.

daddykaos563  asked:

Is there a step by step guide to build a village, town or city for a DND game? I have trouble getting my ideas down on paper. I feel a guide may help.

This is how I make mine:

  • Pick if I want it to be coastal, in a forest, desert, etc.
  • Pick a cool name.
  • Decide if this town is mostly for passing through, or if major things are happening here.
  • Decide if they’re cut off from other towns or near others.
  • Decide on population, race majorities and minorities.
  • Pick how the town makes money, what are its imports and exports if any.
  • Who is the leader? How do people like them?
  • What is the towns major problem? Starvation, rats, monsters, etc?
  • How strict are the guards? Do the villagers trust outsiders? Do they hate any race or class?
  • Come up with a bar, inn, weapon, and armor shop name and staff for each. If they’re known for anything, what are they known for?
  • How does this town get along with outsiders/other towns?
  • Any well known locals? What are their names, what are they known for?
  • If your players are good, evil, or neutral how would the townsfolk react? How would your players react here?

A lot of times some of this info is never asked about from my players. I recycle and use that info for other towns if need be. Half the time no one asks about the armor shop, or the potions shop. But its nice info to have on hand.

I also sometimes make mini flash cards detailing the important bits like:

Inn: Sleepy Fellow. Run by Ma. 5 copper a night. Worlds best pillows, they’re always stolen. Ma is sick n tired of it and will gut any thieves.


Here are some little extra tips and tools, too.

  • Plan your city around your landscape. If its a thin and spindly island, you’re not going to have a ton of open space. If the city is in a desert, there are probably very tall walls to keep the sand from blowing in, or the houses might be below ground, etc.
  • Here is a cool map maker to help visualize things.
  • Think about what you’d typically find in a town. Inn, bar, and leather working shops will be basically anywhere. Larger towns will for sure have armor, weapons, potions, etc. Farmer’s markets, hospitals, etc. are also usually present.
  • What kind of town is it? Is it peaceful, do they forage and lack trade routes? Is the town large, have a large guard presence?
  • How does the town make their money? Hunting, gathering, self sustaining, making crafts?
  • I use this sometimes to give me town ideas. I don’t really hit generate tbh, just the options alone help me out a lot.
  • How can your town serve the quest[s] and your players? Is it the main place where quests are given/done? If so, it might need to be more fleshed out. If they’re just passing by you don’t need a lot of detail. Maybe just one quirk or two to make each town unique. e.g. “Every Thursday is bring your pet to work day” for the local guards.
Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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◆ —— CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.

❛ They’re safe ❜  
❛ She’s/he’s/they’re safe, just like I promised. ❜
❛ And you get to die for her/him/them, just like you promised. ❜
❛ We’re all men/woman of our word. ❜
❛ This is either madness or brilliance. ❜
❛ It’s remarkable how often those two traits coincide. ❜
❛ Me? I’m dishonest. ❜
❛ And a dishonest man/woman/person you can always trust to be dishonest. ❜
❛ It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly.. stupid. ❜
❛ This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught NAME. ❜
❛ You cheated. ❜
❛ Pirate. ❜
❛ You are without doubt the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of. ❜
❛ What’s your purpose? ❜
❛ I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships. ❜
❛ I confess, it is my intention to raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. ❜
❛ I said no lies. ❜
❛ I think he’s telling the truth. ❜
❛ If he/she/they were telling the truth, he/she/they wouldn’t have told us. ❜
❛ That’s not true. ❜
❛ I am not obsessed with treasure. ❜
❛ Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. ❜
❛ You’re supposed to be dead! ❜
❛ The only rules that matter are these: what a man/woman/person can do and what a man/woman/person can’t do. ❜
❛ Pirate is in your blood, boy. ❜
❛ I can let you drown. ❜
❛ So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? ❜
❛ Drink up, me hearties. Yo ho. ❜
❛ You burned all the food, the shade.. the rum! ❜
❛ Yes, the rum is gone. ❜
❛ Why is the rum gone? ❜
❛ It is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. ❜
❛ The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. ❜
❛ Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won’t see it? ❜
❛ There’ll be no living with him/her/them after this. ❜
❛ I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against PLACE. ❜
❛ There are a lot of long words in there, Miss/Mr. ❜
❛ We’re naught but humble pirates. ❜
❛ What is it that you want? ❜
❛ I want you to leave and never come back. ❜
❛ I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Mean’s no. ❜
❛ I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you mean. ❜
❛ Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. ❜
❛ I feel nothing. ❜
❛ You best start believing in ghost stories, NAME. You’re in one. ❜
❛ No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder? ❜
❛ If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it. ❜
❛ I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that. ❜
❛ It never would have worked between us, darling. ❜
❛ I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. ❜
❛ How far are you willing to go to save her/him/them? ❜
❛ I’d die for her/him/them. ❜
❛ You need to find yourself a girl/boy, mate. ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ No one. He’s no one. Distant cousin of my aunt’s nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice. Eunuch. ❜
❛ A wedding? I love weddings. Drinks all around! ❜
❛ I love this song. ❜
❛ You’ll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main. ❜
❛ You stole my boat! ❜
❛ I borrowed. Borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back. ❜
❛ It’s frightful bad luck to have a woman on board. ❜
❛ She/he/they go free. ❜
❛ You only got one shot. ❜
❛ We can’t die. ❜
❛ Don’t do anything stupid. ❜
❛ The crew are not to be harmed. ❜
❛ Curse you for breathin’, ya slack-jawed idiot. ❜
❛ You should know better than to wake a man when he’s sleepin’. It’s bad luck. ❜
❛ Savvy? ❜
❛ It’s not worth you getting beat again. ❜
❛ You didn’t beat me. ❜
❛ You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fair, I’d kill you. ❜
❛ That’s not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it? ❜
❛ The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. ❜
❛ You know nothing of hell. ❜
❛ How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn’t work? ❜
❛ I’m actually feeling rather good about this. ❜
❛ You could surrender. ❜
❛ I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain. ❜
❛ You like pain? Try wearing a corset. ❜
❛ Wretch. ❜
❛ I couldn’t resist, mate. ❜
❛ That’s got to be the best pirate I’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ I cannot just step aside and let you escape. ❜
❛ This shot was not meant for you. ❜
❛ You’re pirates. ❜
❛ Hang the code, and hang the rules. They’re more like guidelines, anyway. ❜
❛ You lying bastard! ❜
❛ Don’t dare impugn me honor, boy/girl! ❜
❛ I always liked you. ❜
❛ It goes with your black heart. ❜
❛ I really rather hoped we were past all this. ❜
❛ Perhaps you’ll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. ❜
❛ Do us a favor. I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid. ❜
❛ Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision. ❜
❛ Any man who falls behind, is left behind. ❜
❛ Take what you can! Give nothin’ back. ❜
❛ I hardly believe in ghost stories. ❜
❛ We are cursed men. ❜
❛ Will you be saving her/him then? ❜
❛ I can’t swim. ❜
❛ I’m watching over you. ❜
❛ I should have told you from the moment I met you. I love you. ❜
❛ Hang him. ❜
❛ Keep your guns on him, men. ❜
❛ How did you escape last time? ❜
❛ This man/woman/person saved my life. ❜
❛ One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness. ❜
❛ Come out… and we promise we won’t hurt you. ❜
❛ I invoke the right of parlay. ❜
❛ I can’t breathe. ❜
❛ You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before? ❜
❛ I had a dream about you last night. ❜
❛ You don’t want to be doing that, mate. ❜
❛ I’m curious. After killing me, what is it you’re planning on doing next? ❜
❛ Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? ❜
❛ You forget your place. ❜
❛ So, this is where your heart truly lies? ❜
❛ I already feel like a fool. ❜
❛ I admire a person who’s willing to do whatever’s necessary. ❜
❛ You’re a smart man/woman/person, but I don’t entirely trust you. ❜
❛ I’m not sure I deserved that. ❜
❛ I may have deserved that. ❜
❛ You’re safe now. ❜
❛ You’re despicable. ❜
❛ I saved your life, you saved mine. We’re square. ❜
❛ I can get you out of here. ❜
❛ I’d need a lot more to drink. ❜
❛ It was a good plan.. up ‘till now. ❜
❛ Do not make the mistake in thinking you are the only man here who cares for NAME. ❜
❛ Is there a problem between us? ❜
❛ Every decision you’ve made has only brought us from bad to worse. ❜
❛ Easy on the goods, darling. ❜
❛ I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. ❜
❛ He’s still breathing. ❜
❛ Easy on the goods, darling. ❜

Double Team

Title: Double Team

Summary: Sam and Dean get rough when they double team you in the shower. Inspired by this imagine (x).

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester (no Wincest)

Word Count:  1883

Warnings:  nsfw, threesome, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering,

Author’s Notes:  Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)

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Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach.  Her artwork has endlessly covered  surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms.  And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator.  While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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Just A Distraction.

Summary: You’re madly in love with Bucky, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint, seeing as he has a new woman every month. You decide to go on a date on your own, that ends horribly, and Bucky is there to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied smut, mentions of assault.

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh

As if coming home at 10PM after your horribly failed date wasn’t humiliating enough, Bucky just had to be sitting on the couch with his new fling of the month, his tongue down her throat, it was almost a punch to my gut. It was almost like he just knew it was going to end badly, and he was just rubbing it in my face. I’ve always had a thing for Bucky, and by thing I mean desperately in love with him. I don’t know if he knows it and is teasing me, or if he honestly doesn’t know or just doesn’t care. It’s not like I’ve told him or anything. My date had gotten handsy with me, and I don’t mean hand on the lower back, gentle caresses type of handsy, no, THAT is welcome. Tonight, this guy groped my ass, and managed to drag his thumbs under my right breast. Needless to say, he left the restaurant with a broken hand and a bloody nose. So, as you can imagine I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone, I was pissed because some bastard felt he had the right to put his hands on me inappropriately and then just to come home and see the man I’m desperately in love with with his tongue down some random ass bitches throat.

Walking through the living room, Sam is sitting on the kitchenette with a bottle of beer in front of him, and his cell phone in one hand.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’d it go…” Half way through his sentence, he’s shot a ‘shut the fuck up’ look. He gulps, taking a sip of his beer.

“So, not good huh?” I plop next to him, taking his beer from him and downing the rest of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bucky looking up towards us from the back of the couch, his plaything sitting in his lap.

“Fucker thought he could put his hands on me.” I rest both elbows on the counter, with my head between them, hands supporting it. Sam turns to face me, suddenly interested.

“Wait, wait, wait. He put his hands on you?”

“Yeah. Grabbed my ass and somehow managed to graze my breast.” Sam scoffs.

“Did ya give him what for?”

“Broke his hand and gave him a bloody nose. Motherfucker doesn’t get to touch me like that.”

“What do you mean he touched you?” Taken aback by the sudden voice behind me, I turn to see Bucky standing just inches behind me. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to sneak up on me, not even Nat can.

“I mean exactly what I said, James. He touched me and I broke his fucking hand.” I’m honestly not in the mood to see his perfect fucking face.

He gulps, anger evident in his eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” He casts his eyes down to the ground, like he’s trying to contain his anger.

“What does it matter Bucky, I’m pretty su-”

“Did. He. Hurt. You.” His tone is something I don’t want to mess with.

“No, Barnes. He didn’t. Why do you care anyway? You have your new fuck toy of the month, why don’t you go spend time with her.” Standing up, I push past him and into the living room. The whore looks at me, a smirk on her ugly face, and today I’m just not having it.

“What the fuck are you looking at, tramp?” I don’t give her a chance to reply, she wouldn’t stand a chance against me anyway. Heading to the elevators, I press the button, waiting for them to open. When they do, I’m met with Steve, looking down on his phone. He looks up when he sees me, and he obviously knows somethings wrong. He’s always been able to know when something is bothering me.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He puts his phone in his pocket and his eyes soften. I run into his arms, finally letting my tears flow. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on mine.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” After I gather myself I explain to him everything, from the horrible date to my feelings for Bucky, to the stupid bitch outside. Jealousy is a fucking bitch. Steve sighs, running his hands down my face.

“No man has a right to put his hands on you, (Y/N).”

“I know Steve, that’s why I broke his hand and nose.” Steve laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s my girl. But uh, (Y/N) I think you need to look behind you.”

Turning sharp on my heel, I’m shocked to see Bucky standing there, a sad look plastered on his face.

“GODDAMMIT. The ONLY one who’s ever been able to sneak up on me.” He walks up to me, and Steve takes his leave.

“I think we need to talk, doll.” I sigh. No getting out of this one.

The ride to my room is silent. Unfortunately it’s the uncomfortable kind of silence, too.

Getting to my bedroom door, I unlock it with the keys I had wrapped around my wrist.

The door opens silently, and I walk in, him hot on my trail. Flipping the switch, I put my purse on the counter and turn to face him.

“Look, Buck…I’m sor-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Tell you what?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me that you liked me?” I raise both my arms, shock overtaking my body.

“What the fuck do you mean?! How would I have gotten the chance?! You never showed any interest in me, plus you have a new girl on your hip and in your bed every fucking week, it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere! Hell, even if it did I refuse to be a one night stand!” Bucky runs his hands down his face.

“Okay, fair enough. But I don’t know how you didn’t see it was all just a distraction.”

“A WHAT?”

“A distraction, (Y/N).” He comes up to me, taking my face in his hands. “I needed a distraction from my feelings for you…I didn’t think you’d ever like me the way I like you.” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like you Bucky, I’m madly in love with you and I have been ever since you fucking got here.” The tears I’ve been so desperately trying to hold back finally fall from my eyes. He wipes them away with his thumbs as they fall, bringing his mouth to mine, he finally kisses me for the first time.

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“I’m sorry I never acted on my feelings…I can charge into a Hydra base unarmed and fight every one of them with my bare hands, but I can’t tell the woman I’m in love with how I feel about her…I’m a coward and I’m so sorry.” I kiss him this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and heartache into the kiss.

“You’re not a coward, Bucky…you felt the same way I did.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, doll.” His hands move to rest on my hips before I’m lifted up, and my legs instinctively go around his waist.

“B-But what about the girl?” He rolls his eyes.

“I told her to get lost, like I said, she was just a distraction.” I bite my lip.

“H-How are you gonna show me how sorry you are?” He presses a kiss to my collar bone.

“I’m going to take you, right here, right now…”

Oh my, what a wonderful night it is indeed…

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Written Secrets

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

A/N: Hi, my birthday is the 1st and that is very close and I’m excited. thank you. 

Summary: Bucky had naughty dreams about reader and he writes them down. Big mistake Buckaroo. Totally inspired by @bucky-sempai ‘s anon ask. 

Bucky had his secrets, quite a few of them actually. And that was common knowledge to anyone who knew him. What they didn’t know was when Steve brought him and his little journals to the compound, the things he wrote to the journal changed drastically. For Bucky’s defence, he did have different journals for different things he had remembered; he had a journal for memories he had stumbled upon and a journals for the dreams he had. After living in the compound a for a long time and developing a good friendship with Agent Y/N, Bucky found himself writing down his fantasies about her. It was like his safe place, a safe place he could write down inappropriate things in peace.

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Following that gut feeling, even when it didn’t work out or look the way I thought it would, has always paid off. We’re on our fifth album, we’ve been a band since I was 13. I’m 28 now and - I’m still alive. Been through a lot of pain - still alive. Started a new company, really scary - still alive. And I think it is because I value that gut feeling. You’ll know if it’s worth going after or not, you’ll know that. And if you don’t, then you’ll know when it’s time to try something new. But… it’s not gonna kill you.

Yoongi Scenario: Dead Leaves.

Request: Yoongi is wrecked when you say you will leave him because he isn’t taking your relationship seriously and you found out you’re pregnant + Y/N wants to give up the relationship because she isn’t sure of it anymore so Yoongi does his best to salvage your relation.

Genre: Angst / Romance.


It was another night of you waiting, you had told yourself a while ago that you should just stop doing it, why waste your time in something that was futile? Because you had hope? Because of love?

You were beginning to think it was just your stupid whimsical thinking that things could get better, that when he saw you waiting like this he wouldn’t do it anymore, you were giving Yoongi all the signs of your fight, you have talked about it with him too many times by now and you were tired. Of waiting, of being the one who had to call on him for the lack of attention. 

You waited in your room, watching your phone seeing he hadn’t answered the last text you had sent, you wouldn’t be calling him anymore. Why would you? To fall on the voice mail again and increase your anger? It was again futile.
You thought about your boyfriend, how you had moved together recently so you thought things could get better, but now it seemed having you here was more of an excuse to stay out because he knew you would be home when he got back.
You had a lot to read for work but so late at night with the thought of Yoongi on your mind you couldn’t really concentrate, so you laid in bed waiting to fall asleep, wishing you could do so, but all you could think was that he wasn’t there with you.

First you heard the door which made you lift your head and breathe deeply, finally he was home, then you heard things falling, following by the strident noise of something hitting the floor, it sounded like a glass.

Alarmed you went out of your room to go check out what was happening, your eyes focused on Yoongi, he was holding the wall to keep himself from falling as he looked at the floor with a tired expression.

-Yoongi- you breathed watching everything, his drunken state was evident, he had dropped a glass and its broken pieces were scattered around the floor, your eyes went back to him and you felt your self getting even angrier -Min Yoongi-

This time he looked at you and smiled, he dared to smile. -Y/N- he stumbled from the wall to you. -Beautiful Y/N, I’ve missed you- his arms were around you before you knew it, he supported most of his weight on you, too drunk to hold himself properly, he smelled of pure scotch. -I love you sweetheart, I love you so much-

You bit your lip to not whimper at those words and at the way he held you so close, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.  You pushed him away almost making him fall. -What’s wrong?- he slurred coming back to you. -Come on-

-Yoongi, stop, we can’t do this-

-Why?- he hugged you again, his face resting on the side of your neck, how you dreamed with him coming home to do just these things, but not like this, not after three in the morning, not with him retching of alcohol. 

-Yoongi, you are drunk-

-So what? We can do this-

-No, we can’t, don’t you realize what time it is? Don’t you see that what you are doing? You are never home, and then you get here and expect…-

-You are talking too much much, come, let me…-

You pushed him again, this time causing him to hit the table behind him making him wake a little but his eyes were still glossy with the intoxication. -What’s wrong?- he frowned.

You tried to suppress a scream, but the sound of frustration came out surprising him. -You are drunk, you fucking asshole, you… you are never here-

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angsty starters ( + sad qoutes / song lyrics. )
  • "I love you enough to let you go,"
  • "I heard you moved on,"
  • "I didn't come here to hurt you,"
  • "Where did you go?"
  • "I'm sorry we fell in love."
  • "We'll do everything on our own."
  • "I'm so sorry,"
  • "You'll never understand."
  • "Please don't go,"
  • "I still love you,"
  • "I don't love you anymore."
  • "I never loved you,"
  • "I can't do this."
  • "We can't be together!"
  • "Will I ever see you again?"
  • "May we meet again,"
  • "I promise I'll do better,"
  • "I just want to see you, one more time."
  • "I'd give anything to see you one more time."
  • "One last time?"
  • "I don't deserve you,"
  • "You don't deserve me,"
  • "People like us don't get happy endings,"
  • "You still love me?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you,"
  • "I understand..."
  • "If you want to go, it's okay."
  • "I gave up everything for you!"
  • "I really need you to trust me,"
  • "Can you listen to me for once!"
  • "I cheated on you,"
  • "You cheated on me?"
  • "Don't expect me to come crawling back,"
  • "Shame on me, you fooled me twice."
  • "You said I wasn't just like anyone."
  • "Did I even ever cross your mind?"
  • "Can we pretend that we're in love?"
  • "I can't lose you,"
  • "Please go,"
  • "Don't you dare die on me!"
  • "I'm not losing you again!"
  • "I'm incomplete without you,"
  • "I will love you for the rest of my life,"
  • "So this is goodbye?"
  • "Kiss me goodbye."
  • "I loved them and they died."
  • "I was a bet?"
  • "You were nothing but a bet."
  • "Can you hold me?"
  • "I loved and I lost you."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "The worst day of loving someone is when you lose them."
  • "It hurts like hell,"
  • "I'm not coming back."
  • "You're never coming back?"
  • "What do you mean you're dying!"
  • "Come back to me,"
  • "What happened?!"
  • "They're dead!"
  • "Where's my love,"
  • "Don't do this,"
  • "I'll see you again."
  • "There's nothing we can do to bring them back."
  • "I don't want to be alone anymore,"
  • "You promised you'd never leave me."
  • "First love, you remember what that's like?"
  • "If I don't have you I have nothing at all,"
  • "I'm not going to fight you,"
  • "You're my friend."
  • "It's too late to apologize."
  • "You left me!"
  • "You left us!"
  • "You chose them over me,"
  • "I need you,"
  • "I was hoping that you'd stay."
  • "I never lied to you,"
  • "You said you might die so what the hell?"
  • "It's a bad joke,"
  • "We can never be the same again,"
  • "You don't need you,"
  • "You're not alone."
  • "You broke my heart."
  • "It made me think of you."
  • "You're my world."
  • "Do I wanna know?"
  • "So sad to see you go,"
  • "This is it, isn't it."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Are you hurt?"
  • "I'll go with you."
  • "How bad is it?"
  • "My feelings for you are real, they always have been."
  • "Someday you'll understand."
  • "Because I love you,"
  • "There was just something about them,"
  • "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
  • "It wasn't an act."
  • "Time doesn't heal everything."
  • "This is your fault!"
  • "Tell me what to do!"
  • "I didn't mean for this to happen."
  • "Everythings a mess."
  • "You ruined my life,"
  • "Do you still love me?"
  • "You gotta get up, we have to go."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "It was nothing,"
  • "I'll do something."
  • "You're safe here,"
  • "Don't forget me."
  • "I ruined this,"
  • "You ruined this."
  • "Quiet is violent."
  • "You promised me!"
  • "Stop lying with those words."
  • "If this is some kind of sick joke, you better tell me!"
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm not ready to say goodbye."
  • "I don't want to go,"
  • "I loved you,"
  • "You don't have to do this,"
  • "I'm afraid it's never going to be okay again."
  • "I'm terrified,"
  • "You're a monster."
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm a monster."
  • "Only fools fall for you,"
  • "Everything comes to an end,"
  • "I thought I loved you."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "It's unbearable."
  • "You're my first love."
  • "I never wanted to hurt you,"
  • "I was here,"
  • "Help me,"
  • "They won..."
  • "You don't love them."
  • "You're breaking my heart,"
  • "I hate you!"
  • "It's a waste of time,"
  • "You're all I want."
  • "I've always loved you!"
  • "I can pretend anymore."
  • "i didn't have a choice!"
  • "What if it's agony now and it's hell later on?"
  • "Love I will let you go,"
  • "I left behind something great."
  • "I want you back,"
  • "I don't regret any of it, not if it kept you safe."
  • "Get over yourself,"
  • "You'll be the death of me."
  • "Everything just fell apart."
  • "What the hell am I doing here?"
  • "I want you so much but I hate your guts."
  • "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be."
  • "You still like them, don't you?"
  • "What are you doing?!"
  • "I did this to protect you!"
  • "Don't cry,"
  • "I'm not crying,"
  • "I'm dying,"
  • "A-Are you alright?"
  • "I'll come back for you."
  • "I've never felt so alone."
  • "You don't love me! You don't even know me!"
  • "I don't even know who you are anymore."
  • "I don't even know who I am anymore,"
  • "Please let me do this for you."
  • "You're one of the lucky ones."
  • "It's never going to be okay."

sweet-fiber-flips  asked:

Bro, my dude, have you ever drawn Friedkin? I'm regrettably in love with his stupidly handsome face, and him in your style would probably give me a heart attack of the best kind ;-; (no obligation at all, just know that if i could, I would marry your art style ;;;;-;)

This took me way too long, considering it’s not that much, but drawing characters for the first time is always hard. And i only drew him for you, I still hate his guts and want to set him on fire! 

Daddy Lessons

In which Bitty comes out to his Daddy. (The mom version)

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It sounded like the beginning of a joke. Two Bittles walk into a den.

Eric stood awkwardly in front of his dad’s gigantic trophy case, his body slouched and his fingers intertwined in front of him. His adrenaline was still soaring from the conversation he’d just had with his mother and he could still catch a faint hint of smoke clinging to his button-down.

The elder Bittle was sitting in his favorite navy blue recliner, the hideous and torn one that had been banned from the living room after one (or ten) too many years of service. He held his ipad aloft in front of him as he scrolled through a sports news feed with a scowl. His body language was open, but intimidating, just like always. Richard had a habit of completely filling up every room he was in without meaning to.

The easy commanding presence was great for coaching, not so much for parenting. He knew that his son found it intimidating. The boy was far too soft-hearted for his own good, never wanting to bother or upset anyone. Afraid to speak up for himself for fear of being considered a burden.

Polite to a fault that kid. Just like his mama.

It wasn’t that Eric was afraid of his father. Of course not. He was afraid of disappointing him. Of not living up to his expectations and legacy.

It was the worst kind of fear. Self-imposed and corrosive. Everpresent. A lens that had colored every interaction between the two of them for more than half of Eric’s life, starting with the disaster that was his very first football game.

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Puppy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.

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The clock in your bedroom stroke seven P.M., letting you know you were terribly late for today’s meeting, which had been scheduled by Scott almost a week ago. And, if you knew McCall right, which you did, the boy would probably be plotting a way to rip your head off for not having enough commitment (you also feared for your ears) towards the pack issues. Like he did every single bloody time.

“Mum? I’m leaving!”

“May I know where are you going?”

“Scott’s.” You replied, softly, while grabbing your keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a couple of hours.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time! Y/N… Are you, like, seeing him? Or whatever you teens call it this days? Because it’s okay, he’s actually a good kid and…”

What the heck?” Your voice came out quickly and as a high pitched sound. “Oh, God, no. Absolutely no.”

“You two spend too much time together, I just assumed…”

“Well, you’re wrong. He’s just a good friend who happens to need my help in, ah, biology.” You blurted out, finding some lame excuse to explain why you would be at his home.

“Oh, I’m sorry. So guys have been studying together this whole time?”

“Yeah, totally. He was almost failing.”

Of course lying to your mum was bad and, since the beginning, when you were turned into a werewolf, you truly desired to come clean with her about everything. However, Scott told you it would be better, and safer, if she did not know. Pondering a little, it was pretty clear that he was right. The woman would probably have a stroke or worse: send you to Eichen House believing her poor daughter had lost her mind. Considering both scenarios were bad, you chose wisely and stayed quiet.

“If it’s that bad, then you shouldn’t be wasting time talking to me. Go!”

“Thank you, beautiful!”

“And by the way, if I were you, I’d totally go for Scott. He’s hot!”

“Mum, you’re married!” Your eyes widened upon hearing the comment and you had hold in a laugh.

“So what? I’m married, not blind.”

“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye!”

“Be careful out there!”

You walked out of the house silently and went straight to the car, not having enough guts to agree with your mum. Even though she was not aware of your double life, being a supernatural creature meant you would always be a target to the bad guys and your life would always be at stake. So, definitely, “safety” was promise you could not live up to.

“This is not a good time to feel guilty about helping other people, Y/N.” You said to yourself, tightening the grip around the steering wheel.

Although McCall’s house was not far from yours, getting there alone was legit challenge. The road was dark and thin rain began to pour, which got your senses all crazy. Perhaps it was because a two hundred bad ass werewolf was running around in town and no one had clue on how to stop it.

A small sigh slipped, knowing that was, doubtless, tonight’s discussion subject. The third time in the week they gathered to share information and no one had a single thing to say. Not even Stiles, who could never shut his mouth up. Matter fact, sometimes you had to kiss him for it to happen, otherwise… Oh, and yes, he was your boyfriend. Sort of. Argh, it was complicated.

Without further warning, your phone began to rang loudly, scaring the hell out of you and forcing your return to reality.

“Uh, hi?”

Y/N, where, for God’s sake, are you?” An angry alpha shouted.

“Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m already outside, just give me two minutes to park.”

We’ve talked about this before and you keep letting it happen.

“Oh, don’t be so mad. I just got caught up in some family drama!” You said, finally finding a spot near his house to park your car. “Apparently, my mum thinks you’re hot.”

What?!” He squeaked, nervous, and you simply laughed. “Are you serious?

“Oh, yeah. She thought we were dating and when I said we’re not, well, the words ‘I’d go for Scott’ may have slipped.”

While you walked towards his house, shaking from the rain, you heard him repeat the word “God” at least twenty times, which made a tiny giggle escape. It was hard not to laugh when Scott got nervous.

I still can’t believe this.

“Then don’t.” You shrugged. “Come open up the door for me.”

The phone suddenly went mute and was exchanged by sounds of feet thumping against the floor, clumsily, which indicated that it was Stiles who was coming. Your heart warmed up, thrilling with the idea of being with him again after so many hours split. If it was up to you, there was no time in the day you would be apart from Stilinski. And you knew he felt exactly the same way every time he pulled you into his warmth.

“Hey, you.” Stilinski whispered, winking.

“Hey.”

Your story with that brown haired boy was long and complicated, because not long ago he was madly in love with Lydia Martin, one of your best friends too. They had a kind of love you did not want to get in the middle of it, despite the pain you had to face all those times you saw him chase her down or hear him talk about the red hair over and over. However, as your friendship grew stronger, those feelings began to be left behind, opening up space for something new. Something neither of you could understand at its fullest.

“Are you in there?” Stiles asked, intertwining your fingers with one hand and the other was stroking your cheek.

“Oh, yeah. I just missed you, love.”

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Is he mine?

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,229
Author :Mel
A/N : @bigdaddymongoose wanted more. I couldn’t say no.

Part 2 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You stood there silently, and he waited. He waited for an answer that could change his life. You were staring somewhere between his eyes and the floor, this was a conversation you had been afraid to have for years. It was what had kept you from coming back for so long. “I should get dressed.”

He looked at you with disbelief. That was what you had to say? “Y/N-” He tried keeping his voice calm.

“Just.. let me get dressed, Jared. Please? And maybe a drink. Or ten.”

You turned and started for your room. “Just answer me! Is he mine!?” His voice was raised, and you turned quickly.

“Please..” You begged him, and motioned to River, who stirred at the sound of a raised voice. “We’ll go-”

“We’ll talk right here. Now.”

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♡  - pretend to be in a relationship (w/ sugardaddy!jimin)
whoever who requested this i want to smack you with my love and fist at the same time why would you-

Showing up to events was a norm for you but the questions that were thrown at your way depending on the occasion and venue varied all the time. There’s always a frowning gut in your system at the request for you to join him. Not that you didn’t like going out with him but it’s a constant hassle of needing to stick to a certain story of how you met Jimin, how Jimin met you, how the whole thing started out that sometimes you lose track of the web of lies being told.

Well, it’s technically not a lie, but it’s not the truth, either.

Either way, you don’t want to think or find out how you feel about this when the both of you aren’t exactly on good terms. It’s such a petty thing to argue over but when you’re right and he’s wrong? You’re not about to apologize for something you didn’t do. 

Instead, you’re focusing on trying not to knee Jimin in the balls because one, you’re mad. Two, whenever there’s functions like these, it involves you being mentioned in Jimin’s life (let’s not forget the cock and bull shit he comes up to embarrass you because apparently, as quoted by Jimin Park himself: “You’re sexy when you’re pissed,”). Oh, you’re about to get motherfucking adorable in second, Park because-”Ah, Jimin, right? Lovely to see you here with…?”

“Y/N,” You introduce yourself, proceeding to move your arm from Jimin’s arm wrapped around your waist from the back so you can shake her hand. She looks like you’ve seen her before in other functions but you’ve never quite said hello before. She converses with Jimin, however.

“What a pretty name, for a pretty lady,” She grins, pulling her hand back to bring up the fact that, “It’s a surprise how Jimin managed to snatch you up,”

“She wasn’t an easy catch,” Jimin muses, and while you’re chuckling along with him, you’re so close to stomping his feet with your heels, “He didn’t work hard enough, that’s all,”

How wide Jimin’s eyes are dilated shows you the surprise he has from your words but he doesn’t press too much on it. The woman in front of the pair of you laughs, comments on how cute you are before she excuses herself when her name is being called from a distance. Once there’s enough distance from everyone else from the two of you, Jimin’s grip tightens and he lowers his lips to your ear, whispering, “I didn’t work enough to get you?”

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Dan Stevens Appreciation Week | Day 3: Favorite role
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This is hard. Why I’ve gone past the date of this event to answer it lol… 

Does one go with the one where he’s a guest?

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Or a David?

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A beast?

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 or a soft spoken lover?

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That guy in the red mess kit who’s also a true lover who doesn’t suffer fools?

Sigh….

 This must have been easier for newer fans I suspect. Or for those who don’t have necessarily strong attachments to characters played by Dan in the past. They like them…but they don’t have the same oomph as the prince who growls 

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or the super mutant who’s also got a romance of the mind going on….

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He’s brilliant in all of them. He doesn’t know how to do less… 

But favorite ( a person or thing that is best liked or most enjoyed) …. argh

I would go with David  Haller (I loved S1 David but I’m frustrated by idea that he’s not going to be as complex and badass without the parasite… I NEED HIM TO BE ALL THE THINGS…all of them… )– plus lots of people have already chosen him .

My soul mate is Matthew. It will always be Matthew…. 

In all honesty I almost went with James Harvey from The Ticket….that’s a raw performance. One that won’t get any awards or go much further than an indie theater and Netflix… but it’s one of his best. BEST. EVER. How he makes James bitter, sardonic, testy, egotistical, and caring all at the same time…and sexy af… and yet from his first tinges of guilt in talking to Grace outside the church to his gut wrenching breakdown at the end. I could easily choose James Harvey.

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But I’m throwing my hat in the ring (as always) for Nick Guest… I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again.

I see the same raw vulnerability that Dan brought to Nick in David Haller. He draws you into the character and before you know it you feel like you’d die to protect him from all harm.  It’s my mission in life to protect Nick from the harsh, cold, non-beautiful world… He trusted people too much.

I want to quote –not his beloved Henry James but F. Scott Fitzgerald to him “they’re careless people”– not worthy of your love. Except for Catherine– whose idea of getting him to understand reality was to make his life crash and burn…. and I’m still not sure he got it.  He’s ever in a (futile?) search for the infinite line of beauty (in form, in love, in life).

“He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.”

Dan will never be better than he was in The Line of Beauty. He might be equally as good…he won’t be better. He holds the screen… you feel him …you get Nick. This was his first big role. He’s so young. And yet so powerful and controlling in his performance. He’s so assured playing an unsure young man. I still find it astonishing on the tenth time watching it as I did the first time. 

I shall stop my rambling now :)