i drew this after i posted the last one so this one was really quick

The Upside of Falling Down

Originally posted by captain-pizzamaster

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m so excited to finally be able to post my next series!!! Skyline received so much positive response and I really really hope you guys like this next story as much. It’s going to be pretty different, but I hope you enjoy it.  Also, while I have you, let’s just cover some housekeeping stuff: I do not have a tags list, so please please please stop spamming me with requests to tag!!! I appreciate how much you like my writing, but I have it in my bio and put it on almost every update.  I try my best to respond to every message I get, and sorting through all those messages just makes it harder!! Secondly, I don’t think I am going to be opening up requests.  I’m going back to school in a week, and I have eight classes as well as three jobs.  I’m going to do my best to update once a week, but I really just want to focus on the longer stories that I love, so I can give you guys the quality you deserve.  I’ll make a longer post about this all later.  Let me know what you think about this story!!! I would love to hear some feedback.


You never expected university to be easy.

When you walked up the steps of Columbia University for the first time freshman year, you had known that the path ahead of you would be hard.  Extremely difficult, even.  But nothing had prepared you for the hurricane that would be your life for the next ten months.  Between the all night cram sessions, endless term papers, lab studies, and regular class hours, you were emotionally, mentally, and even physically drained by the time you finished your final exams.  As you packed up your freshman dorm, you remembered how excited you had been while decorating it for the first time, and shook your head at how naïve you had been.  Freshman year left you beaten, bruised, and with permanent bags under your eyes, but at least it was done.

Now, walking into your sophomore year, you knew what to expect.  You knew what had to be done to manage your time and your life.  You knew what study methods worked for you, and what didn’t.  You knew when it was wise to go to a party and when to stay in to finish your English literature essay.  You knew which friends to avoid during exam week so they wouldn’t whisk you off to a frat kegger, and which friends would hold up flashcards to help you study. You knew what profs gave retests, where the best snack places were on campus, the best study corrals in the library. You knew the name of the librarian that would spend his time helping you find all the resources you needed for your chemistry write up, and the emails of every TA for every one of your classes. Unlike last year, you were prepared. You were ready.

But you weren’t ready, however, for the biology fieldtrip to Thatcher State Park, the fall you were about to have, and the unexpected consequences that would follow. There was no way to study up on how to keep a secret.  There were no flashcards on what to do if one of your classmates entrusts you with their life.  There was no way to prepare for Peter Parker.

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Revised edition

Quick report on Kubo and Yamamoto’s attendance to Concomics Guadalajara. I was in line for 9 hours plus two more for their short Q&A and am objectively dying, sorry for typos 

ETA: When I wrote this it didn’t occur to me that it would get hundreds of reblogs before I ever got to fix it, now my half-deceased incompetent typing will live on forever *sobs*

  • I arrived at 6:30 am and there were already people in line jeeesus (lots were coming to see a youtuber though)
  • Gonna spare you the deets on the awful people in my surroundings thank @yuurinikiforov cos I screamed at her for hours

ETA: I just realized this sounds like it was Ally making me scream but in fact i tumblr-screamed at her to prevent from unleashing my frustrations on the gross fujos that surrounded me. Thank Ally because she got to read all that nervous-wreck garbage and y’all get to be spared

  • I had a two-day ticket so I was allowed in half an hour earlier and if not for that, I probably would’ve missed on the autograph line. They had space for 50 people (plus 200ish that had bought the express pass which was super expensive). I was #45. It took less than three minutes since getting inside for all 50 spots to be taken

(this was the line after three minutes. I was too lazy to take pics of it later, but it got to be around 5 times this at some point.)

ETA: According to Con staff, since the lines were very well organized, they actually got to sign quite a bit more people than the originally allotted 50. The Queens are so kind. 

  • No photos, video or sound recording of The Queens allowed, except for this one taken by Con staff. They were giving away those postcards for the filthy casuals people who didn’t bring any official merch for the sign

i’m mostly kidding about the filthy casual thing bc I hate fandom elitism but there were a lot of people bringing FANART PRINTS and I wanted to gut them

  • Kubo would quick sketch a character of your choice. I chose Victor bc I love how she draws his huge heart mouth
  • I was able to tell Sayokan how grateful I am from the bottom of my heart and that I’m looking forward to the movie and she said thank you and that they’re workinng hard. I died. ETA: I wanted to say so much more but I was so nervous my Japanese came out really garbled and we didn’t have much time. And I didn’t get to say anything to Kubo because I didn’t want to distract her from drawing ;—;
  • Sayokan has a beautiful smile and I love her

ETA: She also had an aura like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada, twenty years younger: A STRONG woman who takes no prisoners and is fabulous af. I love her with all my soul.

After the autographs, The Queens had a short stage appearance

  • There was a cosplay contest and the winners would get to sit in the front row for The Queens’ presentation. I didn’t take any pics but the standout for me apart from a flood of gorgeous girls doing Eros Yuuri, was a pair of girls doing Lilia and Yakov. The announcer clearly didn’t watch the show and botched Lilia’s last name, but the cosplayer had the attitude 100% on point.
  • Something I hate is people who say Yurio stressing the u, it sounds so wrong and a lot of people today were doing it and driving me mad
  • The stage was packed af
  • Kubo drew quick sketch of Victor while she and Sayo answered a couple of questions. They will post the video later today

ETA: Here’s the video

  • Audience Questions logistics wasn’t very well prepared and even Kubo asked how it was gonna work. I was embarrassed for the lack of planning. In the end those that were lucky to be close to the stage got to ask the questions. Lia was praying for no stupid questions pls.

Q&A (translation partially mine partially from the interpreter)

1. What were your expectations about Mexico and have those expectations changed now

Kubo: I haven’t gone sightseeing yet but it’s my first time in Mexico and I didn’t expect so many people. [The people/audience] feels four or five times warmer than japan (make of that what you may, Japanese people say that about us a lot) Sayokan didn’t answer

2. Dumb question that has already been answerred in interviews about whether Yurio was planned to win from the start. As we know, yes, pretty sure both of them have said it before.

Sayokan added that his character development wasn’t completely planned though, and he evolved a lot during writing.

3. Which word do you think of when you thibk of Yuuri and Victor 

Sayokan: Love (愛) 

Kubo: She didn’t talk to the mic and people were still screaming about 愛  so Ididn’t hear what she said but the interpreter said she said Friendship. My queens get your story sraight pls

HUGELY IMPORTANT ETA: Other people that were there have confirmed that Kubo gave a long answer that included 断ち切れない絆 “an unbreakable bond” and didn’t say anything about friendship. There was a telephone game going on because there was a JP-ENG interpreter and then an ENG-SPA interpreter and I don’t know how or why the latter got “friendship” but please take this into account, I don’t want people to hate on Kubo because I wasn’t close enough to hear her answer and the Spanish interpreter botched it.

Not important ETA: A girl close to me was yelling “Victuri” like she hoped they’d answer that and I was facepalming hard

Kubo also asked (in Japanese) if anyone understood Japanese, it wasn’t translated and a good dozen of hands shot up. She was surprised. Some folks screamed abd she said 落ち着け. One or two continued screaming so obviously they didn’t understand Japanese lol

4. Stupid question about whether they plan to develop Otabek and Yurio’s relationship. 

Sayokan said they hadn’t fully decided on how everything’s gonna end in the movie so can’t say yet but look forward to the bonus on V6 (the interpreter said V3 and I wanted to gut him). Hoes I like Otayuri but stop trying to shove it on The queens’ faces pls

5. Do you have plans for a special chapter about the Lady skaters? 

Sayokan said it’s definitely something they’d love to do but right now their focus is on the boys abnd finishing their story. Best answer for me tbh besides Sayokan’s 愛 cos I wanna see Mila skate soooo bad.

ETA: Forgot to mention this but a lot of people were chanting “Boda! Boda!” (wedding). Kubo asked what it was that people were chanting and the interpreter told them. Someoene else is reporting that Sayokan chuckled. There were two tall dudes in front of me so my vision was very obstructed and can’t confirm, but neither said anything out loud in response to it

  • Sayokan threw some gifts at the audience but My Queen is no pitcher and I was too far back so didn’t get anything *sobs*. Some were prints or maybe postcards but no idea of what exactly.

And that’s it! Theyll be signing more autographs and have another stage appearancw tomorrow but I can’t stay so someone else will have to report it whilst I die.

TL;DR I love them and my calebdar looks even more beautiful and I never thought that was possible and I’ll cry about this day for the rest of my life.

PS I’ll fix those typos when I’m not utterly destroyed
PPs: I have no shame so I wanna plug my cute Victuri Tangled AU it’s really cute and it doesnt have typos promise, please read it  http://archiveofourown.org/works/10529547/chapters/23245557

Friday, I’m in Love (Tony Stark x reader)

Characters: reader, Tony, Steve, Clint, Sam, Natasha, FRIDAY. 

Summary: Tony Stark is a talented verbal sparring partner and so are you, making life interesting as an Avenger. Things get heated one day, though, and perhaps your playful banter has gone too far. An unexpected source brings you two together and your passionate arguments might lead to something more…

Prompt: “I’m still not talking to you” 

Warnings: Smidge of angst perhaps, mostly fluff, a tiny bit of violence. Tons of snark. ;) 

Word Count: 3.6k

Song Inspiration: Friday, I’m in Love by The Cure

A/N: This is for @just-some-drabbles ‘s 4k Followers Rom-Com Writing Challenge and I’m so excited!! This prompt mixed with an idea I’ve had for months using a song by The Cure plus a dash of Shakespeare and voila! This is the result. The relationship was partially inspired by Beatrice and Benedick from Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”, which is my favorite play. If you haven’t seen the movie version with Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branagh, you really should. It’s amazing. Any thoughts are appreciated! Love you guys! 


Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Maybe you had gone too far this time. Playful, snarky banter was all well and good, but it’s possible you had crossed a line that perhaps you couldn’t come back from. You currently sat in the common room, drumming your fingers on the side table as an unopened book sat on your lap. You’d tried reading for the past hour, but your mind kept replaying the scene from earlier that day.


“Raise of hands if you think Y/N should’ve stayed at her post instead of jumping into the thick of it without thinking?” you heard the cocky billionaire’s voice squawk in your ear piece.

“Oh, I thought about it plenty. For a whole two seconds, I though ‘oh hey, that’s where the action is so I’ll go there’ “ you retorted sarcastically while throwing a punch, knocking out the dim-witted HYDRA agent. “It’s a good thing no one listens to you, Stark, seeing as taking a vote in the middle of battle seems distracting.”

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5 Things that Made Neil’s Christmas (More Than) Okay

An @aftgexchange gift fic for @startingstriker-psu! I’m sorry you had to wait until the final day to receive this - I hope it’s worth it! The snowball fight was given some extra special attention ^w^

1. Peppermint

Andrew was waiting in the hall outside his last exam. He had two take-away cups in hand, which was easily the most pleasant thing about Neil’s morning. But then Neil saw his eyes and nearly hesitated for a half-step. Andrew’s regular dead-eyed stare was somehow… accusing. Or at least assessing and more watchful than usual.

Neil must have forgotten something.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked carefully, wracking his memory for post-exam plans that Andrew might have mentioned. Everything was coming up blank. Well, everything aside from Allison’s plans that is, but those wouldn’t come into effect until December 26th.

“No occasion,” Andrew drawled. “Just keeping an eye on you.”

Oh. So that was it.

Andrew didn’t need to say that he was making sure Neil wouldn’t be sneaking off to ‘visit any uncles’ this year. Likewise, Neil didn’t need to say he was grateful that Andrew was here for him; the nightmares of last year didn’t linger long when he woke up to hear Andrew breathing beside him. He hoped his company was a similar comfort for Andrew, rather than a trigger into memories worse than nightmares.

Shaking off the dark topic, Andrew handed him one of the cups and toasted, “To your freedom.”

Neil took it gratefully and rose it to his lips to hide his smile.

But when a strong and unusual flavour assaulted his taste buds, Neil almost dropped the whole thing and had to stop himself from spitting it out. Andrew was drinking from his own cup but Neil could see from his eyes that he was smiling like he had last year, when every other lie out of Neil’s mouth was a source of amusement for him.

“What the hell is this?!” Neil sputtered, wiping his chin in case of dribbling and his lips in case the awful flavour remained.

“Oops,” Andrew said, mischief written all over his face and not the least bit sincere, “must have been the wrong one. Here,” he offered the other cup, which Neil took with significantly more suspicion.

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Beautiful Girl

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”

Words: 1.052

A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters.
Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.

Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”

“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”

“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.

“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.

“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.

“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.

You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.

You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.

As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.

“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.

“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.

“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.

“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”

“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.

“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.

“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.

You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.

“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.

“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”

“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.

Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.

He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.

He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.

You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.

Constant | Part I

Vernon x Reader

2484 words

Synopsis: When Vernon puts up an ad online for finding a roommate for university, the last person he expects to answer it is you. When you reply, Vernon is conflicted about how to share a house with you when he can barely think straight around you.

A/N: I’m finally back with a series! Inspired by Seventeen’s comeback and the fact that I think being Vernon’s roommate would be super chill.

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Lost Years


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Summary: Bucky meets someone he had grown close to while he was in Romania. Meeting her isn’t the only surprise he encounters. There is another small surprise.

A/N: Just something I wrote one day when I felt like nothing else motivated me. I decided to save this until I had posted all the requests I ha left. Now, no more requests (except I’m going to continue Buddies), which means REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN! So, if you have any, send them my way. If I get too many requests, I might have to close them again soon. Now I need to make sure I’ll close it soon enough and not just keep receiving lots of requests. It didn’t work out too well before. Anyways, hope you like this imagine. If you guys want it, I could continue this one. That’s a possibility.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 4,059

Warning: this one is a little angsty. Just a little. Mentions of sex but not smut.

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Don’t give me the moon

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

A/N: this is my entry for @teenwolfdramaqueen ‘s writing challenge. its also my first fic ever, so i’m crying while posting this. Please feel free to send feedback in whichever way you please. Also thank you so much to this beauty @thelittlestkitsune for the support and for helping with ideas. and @ellie-bee242​ for being the real mvp and encouraging the shit out of me.

Prompt: “And truth be told i never was yours.” from the song This is Gospel by P!ATD. Sidenote - this fic is not entirely based off the song but there are some lyrics/phrases i used just cos i love P!ATD and the song so much. Go listen to it here

Warnings: Not really anything? Kissing? very quick mention of a blowjob? angst?

Summary: There are two sides to every break-up.

Originally posted by whataboutourlifes

Hey, this is Y/N, I’m probably waiting for you to stop calling so I can text you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s me…um, Dylan. I know you aren’t going to pick up my calls or respond to my texts for that matter, so I’m just gonna leave this message in hopes you’ll hear it. I know you’ve probably seen the news on Twitter or something, and you deserve an explanation. But the thing is, I deserve one too. So I’ll go first. I know it’s only been a few weeks, and you’re probably wondering how I moved on so quickly. I know you. You’re probably thinking that our relationship was a lie, that I was with you out of convenience or comfort or something ridiculous. But want you to know that that is not true. It’s just-.” There was a sigh. “All I ever wanted was for you to love me the way I loved you. To need me the way I needed you. And for a minute there, I thought maybe you did, that you just had a different way of showing it than I did. You were always kinda emotionally stunted.” He was teasing her with that last line.

A line he constantly used on her when she gave him store bought cards with dry, clichéd lines inside for his birthday, a sheepish smile on her face. “Don’t worry, I know this is emotionally stunted speak for “I love you and I’m grateful to have you in my life and I’m gonna give you the best blowjob ever cos it’s your birthday.””  He would joke. Or the time when his eyes overflowed with tears after watching the Titanic together for the first time, and she just sat there trying to hold back a laugh as his fingers dabbed at his bottom lids. “Wow, my boyfriend, the action star. Look at him, he’s such a bad-ass.” She had finally let her laugh escape along with the sarcastic remark. “Seriously? Not even Jack and Rose can penetrate the ‘emotionally stunted’ barrier?” He looked at her in disbelief before pouncing onto her on her side of the couch. She squealed in surprise as his body now hovered over hers, giggling as he attacked her face with kisses. “And I am your boyfriend…” He spoke, his voice penetrating the cheekbone he was currently kissing, trailing down her spine, making her quiver beneath him. “…and I am a bad-ass. And I’m about to show you just how much.”

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Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day! - A Thorki Edition

In the spirit of celebration and appreciation, I just wanted to do a little list of some (not all, otherwise we’d be here for a month, and in no particular order) of my favorite Thorki fics – old, new and in progress. 

Catalyst by @fourletterwordsstartingwithl

The Seidrmaster and the Stormbringer.

Loki and Thor were brought up in two very different worlds; one in the halls of Asgard and her golden city and the second from within the largest frozen forest in all the nine realms. A chance encounter after becoming lost in the great forest becomes the catalyst for change and they suddenly find themselves mere pieces in a chess game, far greater than they ever thought possible.

Thirst and the Water Quest by @darklittlestories

Loki is the Agent of Asgard, Awesomeness, and Asskicking.

His motivations are Absolutely, Totally Pure AF™. Definitely he lives to serve the goodness. But if the affection in Thor’s ridiculously beautiful eyes gives him slightly inappropriate feels, that’s mere coincidence. And so the sexiest super spy embarks on a quest for the All-Mother and lives for the reward.

if this is hell (then let me stay) by @thorduna

“Where you going?” the driver asks as they pull off and start driving down the dark road.

“I don’t know. Wherever.”

Thor picks Loki up from the side of the road, saving him from the vicious cold. Loki is prepared to pay a lot for it - but not this much.

The Witch’s Room by @amethyst–witch

Thor isn’t too fond of New York, even after living there for a few weeks. Still, certain things make it manageable– Steve and Bucky, for one, college friends who happened to have a spare room in their apartment, his new job (even if it is a little stressful), and in particular, his new roommate: Loki, a sardonic college kid with an emphasis on privacy (Thor doesn’t really mind– well, not at first, anyway).

Side Projects by @laydee-liesmith​ (currently on temporary hiatus)

Now, Loki tries to ignore the team of workers who have taken over his back-yard as they embark on a much-needed reno project. But, the one with the long blonde hair and the booming voice has taken a special liking to him. He flirts, he winks; he goes out of his way to tease Loki. Loki finds himself spending more time talking to “Thor” than he would like. He also finds himself blushing around Thor more than he would like. One day, Thor stumbles across Loki doing something he really shouldn’t be… and suddenly Thor has decided to make Loki his after-work “project.”

Stranger in a Strange Land by @pohjanneito

He was a big bear of a man. His shoulders alone seemed to take the space of two grown men where he was seated on his high stool, leaning against the counter. His long, blond hair was half-hidden under a black fur-felt Stetson, his face covered in thick, bushy bristles.

Loki drew his hand back, and as if sensing his curious gaze, the man turned his head to glance over his shoulder. His blue eyes met Loki’s from beneath the rim of his hat, and Loki felt his stomach jolt at the contact.

You’re All I Want, so Bring Me The Dawn by @thisdorkyblogthing

Loki grew up being told that the bond between an omega and an alpha was unbreakable.

Well, that’s a lie. A big fat lie.

Lullaby by @radiatorfromspace

Thor is babysitting his younger brother Loki tonight. They have the house to themselves, parents won’t be back until 1AM, and Thor looks at Loki the way he should be looking at girls.

At girls his own age.

Friends and Neighbors by @rynfinity

She has a faint accent Odin can’t quite place, except to be certain she’s not from around here. Finnish, maybe. “My oldest is twelve, and my middle son is ten.” Her son’s tiny hands come up to grab at her bracelets. “They like their teachers, but I miss having them around. And I could use their help with the baby.”

“They don’t go to school here, then,” he asks.

“No,” Farbauti says. She gently works her jewelry out of Loki’s shell pink, chubby hands. “They live with their father.”

Only the broken hearts (make you beautiful) by grimmie_me

Thor is a doctor who treats Loki when he’s found unconscious on the street after being brutalized by a client. Later Thor can’t help but look for Loki in the streets and when he finds him, he becomes a client, though everybody, including Loki, is quite surprised that a man like him doesn’t want a better whore to have fun with. Some time later Thor takes Loki away from his occupation and tries his best to give him a normal life, which is hard for a person who’s not used to it and doesn’t find himself worthy.

mouth full of white lies by @thorkidumpster

"No,” Loki insists. “No. I’m not meeting him again. He’s got two kids, for fuck’s sake! He fucked me into the bed, then called them right as I was leaving to say goodnight!”

“Sounds like…” Sigyn mutters off-hand, flipping through her texts with a pink-painted nail. “That he’s looking to be a daddy of three.

crash into me by @raven-brings-light

Thor moves back into his childhood home to take care of Odin in his final months. Putting up with the old man’s moods and taking care of his failing body is stressful enough - and then Thor meets Loki.

Loki is the son of Odin’s neighbor and he pushes himself into Thor’s life with all the dogged determination of youth and the subtlety of an avalanche.

He’s the prettiest thing Thor has ever seen. He’s also 16.

Thor is fucked.

the ashtray by @curds-writes

There’s a boy in the garden that Thor doesn’t recognise.

facing the vast by needleyecandy

England has just declared war on Napoleon, Naval captains are winning their laurels on a daily basis, and Thor’s ship is ordered to the South Seas to seek out a lost scientific vessel. It is an assignment for an old man, but the Admiralty will hear no reason. All hope of glory lost, he takes to sea in a foul temper.

Loki is an artist employed by the naturalist who accompanies HMS Hope on the expedition of rescue and research. He is to make quick and accurate sketches of those plants that catch his employer’s eye. For the first time in his life, the rest of his time is his own.

Back home, their paths never would have crossed, but life at sea is different, and their shared journey brings many kinds of discovery.

fimbulwinter by @illwynd

Fimbulwinter, the winter without end, has begun. The people of the village have somehow endured. But then one day, Thor, born at the end of the last summer, meets a stranger in the woods.

Number One Contender for My Heart by @guardianinthesky

Loki has never been into sports, but one day Amora drags him to a pro wrestling event, promising him lots of hot, sweaty guys. He finds himself less than impressed until a particular wrestler named Thor shows up.

cocky boys by @incredifishface

"Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power” (Oscar Wilde)

In which Thor and Loki are the top stars in a studio of online porn, famously hate each other, but by popular vote they get paired to perform together in the Christmas Eve Live Event, and are not happy about it.

Eeee, sorry! This list got long. THERE ARE A LOT OF FICS THAT I LOVE OKAY. And honestly, this list just barely scratches the surface. Anyway. 

Thank you to the amazing fanfiction writers that put their blood, sweat and tears (sometimes literally) into creating amazing works for us to read and savor and cry about. You’re fucking amazing, and I hope you really know just how loved and appreciated you are!

Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

Changes (Werewolf!Jungkook)

Plot: A relationship between hunter!reader and werewolf!Jungkook

Part: One, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Epilogue

Word Count: 1006

A/N: so I wanted to say a h u g e thank for you 5,300 followers, I can’t say it enough but I’ll keep saying it, thank you thank you thank you!!! I will be posting updates to this story daily, I don’t know if I’ll do it up until the epilogue or just do it for what I have written but I will keep you guys updated!! We’ll just consider it Jungkook week(s) so the link for this is werewolf!Jungkook (here)

Originally posted by jengkook

The next time you saw Jungkook was six months ago. You hadn’t recognized him in the slightest way, having no idea he was the same boy you’d saved five years ago. When you had “met” Jungkook six months ago, he had seemed like any other twenty year old, any other college student. Glasses perched on his nose, a beanie covering his bed head because he had woken up too late to actually style it, a baggy shirt hiding his muscled body while the tight jeans clung to his thighs gave it away. He was in both your writing class and your astronomy class, purely by coincidence but a happy one. You had made it to your writing class just a minute late on the first day, finding most of the chairs taken except for two. You had chosen the one next to him in your rush to get to the closest one and that one choice that almost didn’t happen had changed your life entirely.

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Summery: Spencer falls down the slippery slope of being in love with someone he shouldn’t be. 

Originally posted by toyboxboy

It was about 3 am when Spencer turned to the left side of his bed to check the clock. It was torturous trying to go sleep, he had tried everything, but alas here he was unable to close his eyes long enough to doze off. As he lay on his back he blankly stared at the white ceiling in his dark bedroom, he knew what was keeping him up. It was you.

For weeks now Spencer had been hung up on you, on every detail about you, but most importantly his feelings for you. It hadn’t started out that way, not even close. Spencer could still clearly remember when he first met you; it was quick as there wasn’t much time for introductions. The team was being thrown into another whirlwind of a case, another killer, and another city.

The introduction was brief, quick and to the point. “Hi, my name is Y/N, you must be Spencer?” you said with a smile on your face. “Yes, nice to meet you.”

There was nothing different about that day, or the next, or the day after. But it was after you had been on the team for a couple of weeks; you walked into the office in a hurry setting your stuff down quickly. It wasn’t long before Derek noticed something on your finger, “Oh, oh are you actually going to settle down” he said pointing to your left hand.

“It’s already done, tied the knot yesterday” you said happily. “Well then congratulations to you” Derek said.

Spencer couldn’t help but notice you that day, your hair, your smile, and your silly loud laugh. Every little thing you did drew his attention, but still he let it go.

But after that day there were times he caught him self always looking towards you, noticing some of your little habits, finding them endearing. It was as if there was this light glowing around you at all times and Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It felt like nonsense, so once again he decided it was best to let it go. 

Then you began talking to him, small conversations at first, which led to finding similarities, which led even more conversations. Small detail, after detail soon he had come to know about you than anyone else on the team. It was hard for him to not be happy around you, he felt as if your smile was contagious. The way you threw your head back laughing or rolled your eyes playfully. 

Time did not exist with you around; there was never enough of it. That’s when he could no longer deny it; there was something there.

 But suddenly it hit him; he could never be with you regardless of how he felt for you. You were off limits. You belonged to some one else, you always would. How could he think you would ever look at him in any other way? You we’re married, there was no changing that. Even after realizing that Spencer still felt the same way he couldn’t let it go.

It was wrong, there was no question about that Spencer felt guilty just thinking about you. But it was as if you were haunting him, which is how he ended up here at 3 am sleeplessly thinking about you. 

In the last couple of week you had become closer, and closer till it was obvious boundaries and lines we’re being blurred. It was hard to act normal around you when Spencer’s heart was beating out of his chest and his mind was racing with a million different things he wanted to tell you but couldn’t.

Even with knowing how wrong it was, how he shouldn’t get even closer, still he wasn’t able to back off. It was little things, like getting far to close or holding your hands, looking into your eyes a little longer than most times, staying up talking to you. 

Even though Spencer knew about him, you never mentioned him, not once. There was never any reference him, it was as if he didn’t exist you made it feel that way for Spencer. Which made it easier to forget, to get closer and closer to you as if there was nothing stopping him from doing so.  

It didn’t take long for everyone else to notice the way you acted around each other, it drew everyone’s attention. No one wanted to bring it up, the way you both we’re so playful around each other. Constantly making everyone around you feel like the third wheel or as if they didn’t belong between the both of you.

“Spence, you have to do something this can’t go on forever” JJ finally said confronting Spencer, “Tell her, get it over with.” Those words continued to echo in his mind get it over with, he had too for his own sanity.

 So one day as you both carried on a normal conversation Spencer took a deep breathe and finally said it, “Y/N, I can’t do this anymore. I’m crazy about you and this is hard enough on me, my feelings have gotten out of control.”

And they had grown out of his control, there was no way to stop them no way to be sure he could act rational around you. “Spence, I’m married….”

 “Then maybe it’s time we stopped this, Y/N” Spencer wanted you to say no, to disagree to finally admit how you felt about him so he waited but that answer never came so he had no choice but to walk away.

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The Bastard of Winterfell Part 3

Jon Snow x Reader (second person)

1777 words

Jon Snow is ~getting married~!

A/N: Thank you for the love so far!!

Part 1: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162619181618/the-bastard-of-winterfell

Part 2: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162658973923/the-bastard-of-winterfell-part-2

Something landed on you. Hard.

And suddenly your face was soaked with slobber.

“Ghost!” you shrieked, laughing and pushing the direwolf off of you.

“Ghost! Come here!”

The direwolf took one last curious look at you and bounded off. Jon Snow knelt down and stroked Ghost’s white fur. He looked over at you, offering a small smile and wave as he walked into the library, where you had fallen asleep while reading.

“Sorry!” he called as you got up and snatched your book off the floor.

You laughed. “It’s fine,” you said as you approached him. You stood close.

He shifted his weight. “I… was looking for you actually.”

“And you knew I would be in here.” You held up your book. “Reading.”

“Sleeping, from what I saw.” He smirked at you.

You laughed. “Fine, I dozed off. Lady Stark did tell me I should rest this morning.”

Jon nodded. “Aye. Especially considering tonight…” He trailed off, his cheeks turning red, a brighter red than you had ever seen. “Well the ceremony is… and then the party…”

A large smile spread across your face. It had finally come. Your wedding. You were due to head to Sansa’s room soon for one last fitting into your dress, giving her the whole day to make any changes. Later, your family would arrive to help prepare the castle for that evening. Your mother and sisters would help you get ready, although you insisted that Sansa and Arya get to help as well. In the evening you would head to the forest for the ceremony, after which you would celebrate in the Great Hall. And after that…

Now you had a blush that matched Jon’s as you shoved aside the thoughts that had been increasingly invading your mind as the wedding drew closer.

Jon cleared his throat. “Right. Well, I have a present for you.”

Finally you noticed the small bag in his hand. You lifted your wrist, showing off the snowflake bracelet you had worn every day since your name day. “Can it compare with this?” you teased.

He smiled. “I believe it can. Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and felt Jon walk behind you. Something cold touched your neck and you shivered in response. Jon chuckled.


You looked down.  A dainty snowflake, matching the ones on your bracelet, now hung from your neck. “It’s perfect,” you breathed. Jon was absolutely beaming at you as the two of you leaned forward-

“A snowflake from the snowflake,” a voice from the doorway called out.

The two of you turned. Theon stood in the doorframe, smirking.

“And there goes that moment,” Jon muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat. “Yes, Theon?” he asked, a roughness to his voice.

“Lord Robb wanted me to collect you,” he announced as he strolled over. “Wedding preparations and whatnot.”

Jon nodded. “Thank you.” He turned back to you. “I probably will not see you again until this evening,” he said, the gruffness in his voice gone. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Do you still wish to marry me?” he asked teasingly.

You kissed his nose. “I suppose you shall find out tonight.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough, my lady. Until tonight.” He turned and walked out of the room.

Theon held back a moment. “You know,” he started. “My favorite part of any wedding has always been the bedding cere-”

“THEON GET AWAY FROM HER!” Jon’s voice bellowed from the doorway. Theon jumped and followed Jon out of the room.

You chuckled to yourself and headed to Sansa’s room.

As the sun went down, you sat in your room, waiting for your father to come up so he could escort you outside. The Starks, your siblings, and all the other guests were gathering in the godswood now.

You mother watched you carefully as you stared out the window, fiddling with the snowflake necklace anxiously. It was your first time alone with her since you had left home.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

After a moment’s thought, you shook your head. “Excited, actually,” you admitted.

“Hmm.” You mother followed your gaze to the yard below. “What exactly do you do with yourself here at Winterfell?”

A surprisingly friendly question. “I read a lot. Lady Sansa helps me with my needlework.” You omitted your weekly archery practice with Arya. “Lord and Lady Stark gifted me with a horse for my name day, so I ride a lot.” You tried to suppress the smile that grew on your lips. “I like to watch Jon practice his swordplay in the afternoons. Or when he decides he doesn’t want to practice we go for walks in the forest with his direwolf. Or on especially cold days we sit by the fire and I read aloud to him.”

“Does he not know how to read for himself?” your mother asked coldly.

You frowned. “He reads perfectly,” you corrected her. “He just likes to hear me read. He lays back and closes his eyes and… listens.” You bit your lip. “He’s lovely. Really,” you added quietly.

Your mother hummed. “I’m sure he is. For a bastard.”

A scowl crossed your face. “He is the bastard your daughter is marrying, per your husband’s orders. So I suggest you silence yourself or do not join us in the forest tonight,” you snapped. “Jon Snow is good. And kind. And honorable. And gods, if he is not the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes upon.” Your mother opened her mouth, but you were on a roll. “And he asks permission before taking my hand or kissing my cheek. And he is nervous and sweet around me. Not like those lords and knights who all look as me as though I am something for them to devour, some pawn in your games.” Tears stung in your eyes. “So yes, Mother. You and Father had to give me to the bastard of Ned Stark and that is forever a stain on your precious name, for a lady of our house to become a Snow. But if you think I am going to let you abuse the man I will love for the rest of my life, you are sadly mistaken.” You exhaled sharply. Seven hells that felt good.

A small knock caused you both to jump. You opened the door to find Arya, holding a cloak and looking a bit sheepish. You melted at the sight of her.

“Sansa almost forgot to give this to you,” she murmured. “I volunteered to bring it.”

You allowed Arya to help you fasten it around you. You stepped back. “What do you think?”

Arya smiled. “Jon is going to blush more than usual when he sees you.” Suddenly her arms were around you, nearly knocking you over. She planted a small kiss on your cheek. “I am so happy you are marrying him,” she whispered. “Now we shall be sisters. Real sisters.”

You returned her smile. “Aye. We shall.”

With one last embrace, she scurried off, nearly knocking into your father.

He took a deep breath when he saw you. “You look wonderful. Are you ready?”

You glanced at your mother, who was not even looking at you. You turned your gaze back to your father and took a deep breath. “Very ready.”

The cold bit at you the moment you left the castle. But you trudged on, grasping your father’s arm, heading towards the godswood. In the distance you could see the lights held by the people gathered around the Heart Tree, where you knew Jon stood.

You smiled up at your father and gave his arm a squeeze.

He looked down at you thoughtfully. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” you admitted.

Your father nodded, a small smile on his face. “Good.”

The lights grew closer and brighter. At last, you could make out the figures that held the torches, recognizing several faces. Finally, you willed yourself to look at him-

Jon stood beside his father, grinning from ear to ear. You could tell he had tried to tame his hair, but you were pleased to see that the curls you loved were still just as wild as ever. The blush you had come to find endearing was visible, even in the darkness of the evening.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you got closer. You father rose an eyebrow at Jon, deepening his blush.

You smiled at the exchange. Oh yes. You were ready.

Sometime between the ceremony and the party, something changed in Jon. He was no longer quiet and hesitant to touch you; instead, he spent the party by your side, whispering sweet nothings and pet names in your ear, and he was surprisingly affectionate the entire evening: holding your hand, tracing shapes on your arm with his fingers, his arm around your shoulders.

“Have I told you in the last five minutes how beautiful you are?” Jon’s breath was warm in your ear as his fingertips grazed your hand.

You smiled at him. “No, you have not.”

“My apologies.” He gently kissed your temple. “You are the most stunning woman in all the North.”

“Just the North?” you teased.

Another kiss found your cheek. “All of Westeros.” Another kiss. “The entire world.”

You giggled and sat happily, holding his hand. As the night wore on you saw the crowd growing a bit… rowdy. And a few drunk eyes began looking yours and Jon’s way.

Thankfully, Jon was ahead of you.

“Do not worry,” he whispered. “I already told Robb there will be no bedding ceremony this evening.” He winked at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, kissing his cheek.

As if on cue, Robb, who apparently was taking his job very seriously, intervened. Grabbing the hand of some lucky young lady, he insisted that everyone return to dancing at once. Everyone obeyed the young lord’s order. With this distraction in place, Jon grabbed your hand and hurried you out into the corridor. The two of you ran, laughing, for a while before deciding it was safe. You stopped and leaned against a wall, out of breath. Jon sank down to the floor, smiling up at you.

“Remind me that I owe Robb one,” he said between breaths. You nodded, laughing through your gasps for air.

Finally, once you were able to breathe, Jon stood and took your hand. The two of you walked in an empty silence towards the room you would now share. You stopped at the door. Jon held you close and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ready?” he asked gently.

You nodded and kissed his lips. “Ready.”

anonymous asked:

is the art ask still open? link and zelda mining for gems? :)

“What were you thinking, Zelda!”

He was shouting. Actually shouting.

“You could have gotten both of us killed!”

She’d heard him grumble, roll his eyes, even pout and glare. But he’d never been like this. Not the seething, scorching, painful kind of anger that seeps under your skin and burns your bones.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.


(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called Sta.sh where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3

The Warden: Part 2

anonymous asked:

Trying to find a fic. Think it could have been posted here a few weeks back. It involves Claire finding out she’s pregnant and tells Jamie after he rescues her from Black Jack as the group overhears below. – You Mean this one: but it’s complete now, I hope a Part 2 of The Warden will be a good compromise :) - Mod MBD

Part One: HERE.

Her next visits were brief and silent. Her patient remained in a similar position with only the addition of tight irons wrapped snuggly around his wrists and feet in order to stop any further escape attempts. She did as she was bid by Randall; caring for Mr Fraser daily with fresh bandages and water in an effort to get him as healthy as possible. He remained silent, despite her at times desperate attempts to have him at least acknowledge her. The part she had played in the ruination of his escape played heavily on her mind and conscience, holding her from the comforts of sleep for nights on end.

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a long way out of the closet

I started writing mac and dennis conduct an experiment only a few weeks after I finished watching the show for the first time. it was really a silly little idea - “how about mac and dennis awkwardly realize their feelings for each other, throw their friendship into peril, and then at the end of it, dennis apologizes to mac with a phil collins song and a reference to say anything?” I’d never written fic for the show, and I hadn’t written fic in general in a long time, either, but the idea chipped its way out of my brain and onto a word document that kept growing longer and longer the more nights I poured into it.

I billed it in my head as a macdennis fic, initially. and then it kind of stopped being about mac and dennis getting together, and it really started being about mac coming out.

even when people know you’re not straight, it can still be hard to come out of the closet. coming out to people was (and still is, really) something I did in a really offhand way - a pointed comment here, a quick reference to myself as “bisexual” there, so quick you could almost pretend you were hearing things, if you wanted. and every time I meet someone new, someone who doesn’t know a thing about me, I’ll have to come out to them too at some point. I realized I was bisexual when I was twelve, and I first came out to my mom after a heated argument when I was thirteen, after which I burst into tears; my mom hugged me, and said in a stilted, confused voice that she and my dad had talked about what they would do if one of their kids was homosexual. (homosexual, she said. it felt so clinical.) she asked me at fifteen if I was over “that gay phase” and I said I was.

I was lying, but I felt safer in the closet anyway.

I came out and stayed out when I was nineteen; in the middle of doing my makeup, before going to class, I decided fuck it. fuck it. I’m bisexual. if anyone has a problem with that, that’s on them.

if I had a problem with that, well. I could sit down and think it over. but I knew I wasn’t straight and hadn’t been straight for at least seven years, and there was no point denying it. so, I came out.

no one was surprised.

I tried to channel as much of that as I could into mac and dennis conduct an experiment. it’s part of what drew me into actually finishing it and polishing it and posting it, instead of abandoning it like most of my other stories. I saw in mac the same scared, hopeless kid I used to be -  I saw the abject denial, the weak excuses, the definitive knowledge of being different. the closet as both protector and prison.

and I saw in mac the hope of coming out, the same way I did - some days it’s a flickering candle, one that will extinguish before you ever get a chance. and some days it’s as big and bright as the sun, as terrifying as it is blinding. 

but it’s a hope that keeps on burning. and it’s why I’m so beyond grateful, and I’m purely happy, that mac not just came out tonight, but he decided to stay out. it’s so easy to jump back into the closet, to hide away again, to play pretend. I’ve done it enough times.

it was mac’s decision to not take it back that broke into my heart and reignited every last ember of hope I had for him. it was everything I tried to write in my fic, it was everything I lived through since the day I realized I liked girls too, all those years ago.

I don’t have words to express how proud I am of mac for coming out tonight, and how much hope I have for him, after forty years stuck in a damn closet, to finally start living life.

but I can start with this: thank you rob, charlie, and glenn, for not letting me down.

Showers and Roomates

request: hey if you don’t mind, could i request a thomas sangster imagine?? where you guys are getting it on in the shower early in the morning and your roommate kayla wakes up and starts asking a million questions (doing her daily routine) while thomas is touching you so you have to answer like nothing unholy is happening, sry but I’ve had this in my head all day and lately I have tommy feels oh & I’m in love with your blog!!!

warnings: smut


  You woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. Your room was dimly lit, the light filtered through your grey curtains. Groggily, you sat up and noticed Thomas’ cellphone on the bedside table, reminding you of the night before. You smiled cheekily and hopped off the bed, quietly making your way into the bathroom. You got out of Thomas’ shirt – yes, you slept in his shirt – and the pair of underwear you had on.

  As you reached to pull back the shower curtain, you were startled when it was suddenly opened for you. Standing under the water of the shower, Thomas grinned at you and offered you his hand. Biting your lip, you took it and slipped into the shower with him, closing the curtain as you did so.

  “Good morning, love,” Thomas smiled and took you into his arms, kissing you sweetly. The shower felt nice, and you turned to face the water, gasping when you felt Thomas press his body against you. Immediately you could feel Thomas hardening against you.

  You moved under the water of the shower as you felt Thomas’ hands roaming lightly over your stomach, moving higher so that he could fondle with your breasts. He took one in each hand, squeezing them lightly. You moaned quietly and tilted your head, giving Thomas access to your neck. His lips were attached to your neck in an instant, sucking a line of dark marks into your skin.

  Thomas took one of his hands away from your breasts, moving it further down. He walked his fingers down your stomach slowly, making you laugh as he smirked against your neck. You drew in a sharp breath when Thomas reached your clit, biting your lip as he rubbed his fingers over it.

  Your head fell back into Thomas’ chest, and you whimpered quietly as he added more pressure, his other hand still around your breast. You closed your eyes as he continued teasing you, doing your best not to moan just yet.

  When he decided he’d teased you enough, you could feel his fingers trail down to your folds, sliding his fingers over them slightly. You tilted your head to one side and felt Thomas’ lips on your neck as he moved his fingers against your folds.

  You were about to beg him for more when you heard someone’s voice echoing in the bathroom.

  “Morning, Y/N.”

  Shit. You had totally forgotten about your roommate Kayla.

  “Oh hey, Kayla,” you replied shakily, quickly pushing Thomas off of you, being sure not to make too much noise as you did so. You turned your head slightly and saw Thomas standing there with a giant smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and turned around as you felt him press his body against yours again quickly.

     “What time did you get back last night?” she asked casually, knowing you had went out with Thomas the previous night.

  “Pretty late,” you answered nervously, trying to focus while Thomas’ hands moved lightly down your body again.

  “What did you guys do?” she continued the conversation, rummaging through the many hygienic products that the two of you had in your bathroom.

  “The usual,” you got out quickly, almost choking on your words when you felt Thomas’ fingers dancing closer to your core. “Went out to eat, sat up on the rooftop, you know,” you said in one breath. You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as Thomas toyed with your slit.

  “Oh, that’s cute. Hey, do you know where I put my morning face wash?” Kayla asked.

  “Yeah, it’s right by-” you were cut off by your own moan as Thomas slipped a finger into you.

  “Uhh, you okay Y/N?” she asked curiously.

  “Uh-huh,” you reassured her. “It’s, uh, on the shelf by the sink,” you quickly told her. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stop your moans from coming out as Thomas pumped his finger slowly inside of you. You shut your eyes, leaning back into his chest like you did the last time.

  The little devil wanted nothing more than to make you moan out, and his tactics were smart: put you through the torture of his slow pumping; get you to moan, beg, whine for him to do more. He decided to kick it up a notch, adding another finger and continuing his slow pumps. You shook your head, knowing that this could only lead to trouble, and yet you didn’t do anything to stop him.

  “You know, you should really start using my face wash,” Kayla was still in the bathroom. “It works really well and my skin is soft as hell.”

  “Really?” your eyes flew open, trying your best to act casual. It was almost impossible, though, with Thomas thrusting his fingers into you all the while. You were thinking about pushing him away, but your thoughts were interrupted when Thomas pumped his fingers faster, harder, making you squeal.

  “Y/N?” your roommate asked, concerned. “Y/N, what was that?”

  “N-Nothing,” you huffed, “It was nothing.” You tilted your head up to see Thomas smirking, knowing he almost got you in trouble. But that’s exactly what he wanted, and without warning, he curled his fingers in you. You gasped at his sudden action, slamming your eyes shut once more. Immediately your hands were over your mouth, stopping you from moaning as Thomas thrusted his fingers into you faster. Your high was nearing and you knew that once it hit, Kayla would know. Your breathing was jagged, and

  “Moan for me,” Thomas leant down to whisper in your ear. You shook your head rapidly, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. He continued pleasuring you, shoving his fingers inside of you at a pace that would have you crying out if only Kayla wasn’t there. Still, you held your moans back.

  The bathroom sink turned on, signalling that Kayla was almost done in the bathroom.

  The ache for release only grew as Thomas continued working you. He kept his fast pace, curling his fingers again and again, which allowed him to hit spots you really didn’t need him hitting. It was bad enough that he was fingering you in the first place, but feeling him hard against your ass only made it worse. You let out a soft whimper through clenched teeth, with every quick pump of his fingers you were brought closer and closer to your high.

  “Come on, Y/N,” Thomas whispered once more. He rammed his fingers into you deeper and leaned down to nip at your neck lightly. You were over the top with pleasure and all it took was a final curve of his fingers and you came undone. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you as Thomas helped elongate out your high. You groaned loudly, your mind clear of everything but the pleasure you were feeling right then and there. You were just about to say something to Thomas when..

  “Y/N? What the hell is going on in there?” you had been so caught up in your pleasure that you didn’t even notice that the sink was turned off and Kayla was still in the bathroom.

  “KAYLA, OH MY GOSH,” you exclaimed, out of breath. “Uhm, nothing. Just.. I’m fine.” you looked up at Thomas and rolled your eyes at the smile on his face.

  “Uh, alrighty then,” Kaylay replied unsurely. “I’m gonna go start on breakfast, then.”

  “Can you just get me a bowl of cereal, please?” you asked innocently.

  “Sure. Anything for you, Thomas?” Kayla asked and you could hear the sass in her voice.

  “What?” you and Thomas asked in unison.

  “Oh, please, don’t act like I couldn’t hear what was going on behind that shower curtain,” and with that Kayla left the room, leaving you and Thomas giggling under the hot water of the shower.


wow how long’s it been since i  last posted? jesus, i’ve missed you guys so much and i’m sorry for being so inconsistent with everything. i think i’m gonna stop my whole “write four billion imagines at once and post them all at the same time” crap and move onto the “finish an imagine and post the damn thing right then and there” thing. i love you guys, thank you for being so patient with me.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) (Jim Kirk x Reader Part 2)

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

That Would Be Enough
(Part 1)
(Part 2- you are here)

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader

Rating: PG for angst, language, and descriptions of violence

A/N: It’s happening, y’all. First miniseries! This part picks up at the beginning of Star Trek: Beyond, about three years after the end of TWBE. :) Enjoy!

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris getting Sebastian to babysit your children.

A/N: I just really needed this in my life, I dunno. 🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

New York was where you and Chris had to spend your week due to production meetings and talk show interviews. The original plan was for you and Chris to leave Jack and Lola with your parents so they wouldn’t miss any school, but after days of them bugging the two of you and nights of discussion and planning- you decided they could afford to miss a week of second and third grade. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d missed school to travel with you and Chris, so a plan had been devised. You and Chris would meet with their teachers before you left, gathering the materials they needed to keep up with their classes. So far, so good; their grades remained high and their school remained happy despite their absence in class.

The only problem you had with taking them along was finding someone to look after them while you and Chris were out and about. Usually your meetings were at different timings; you went while Chris stayed and took care of them, and vice versa. But some days you and Chris were due at the same time, at the same place. It left you with the decision to either bring them along or leave them in the care of your contacts in New York. They were good children, so they knew they had to behave in certain scenes which made it easy for you and Chris to take them anywhere- even to a professional meeting with an important casting director. But at the end of the day, they were still children who would get bored after an hour of sitting quietly.

Today was one of the days where you and Chris were both needed, and the meeting was said to last at least three and a half hours. Chris, as always, was optimistic that they could pull through if ice-cream was offered at the end. You, on the other hand, weren’t pessimistic, but you didn’t want to overreach either. You and Chris sat your kids down and offered your propositions: a stuffy office where they could have ice-cream after three and a half hours, or three and a half hours with Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo where they could have all the ice-cream they want. It was needless to say they went with your choice, the obvious and smarter choice. Chris argued that you cheated because you’d lied about having all the ice-cream they wanted. But you reminded him that they were out of your hair and you could now get through the meeting without them politely knocking on the door, asking “are you done yet?”

“Ah hah!” Sebastian grinned excitedly upon opening the door for his two favorite kids.

“Uncle Sebba!” Your children cheered at the sight of him, pouncing to hug his legs. You and Chris smiled because even though Sebastian wasn’t a dad himself, he was great with your kids. If the two of you hadn’t felt obligated to give the title of godparents to your own siblings, Sebastian would’ve definitely made the cut. “We’ve got the whole day with you!” Lola informed him, looking up at him with the same excited grin he had.

“No, you’ve got three and a half hours,” you corrected her. Both Jack and Lola’s faces dropped and they pouted, giving you and Chris puppy dog eyes. “We don’t want to take up Uncle Sebba’s and Aunt Margo’s whole day.” You and Chris waved at Margo over Sebastian’s shoulder as she made her way to the front door. “Three and a half hours, we’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Oh, hush. They are our plans for the day,” Margo told you, resting her hand on top of Lola’s head when Lola hugged her. “We’re more than happy to have them, you two go to your meeting then have a date night after. We’ll babysit, we don’t mind. You know how much we love these two, we’d steal them if we could.”

“Date night sounds amazing,” Chris whispered into your ear and you smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Are you guys sure? I mean- that is a very sweet offer,” he tried not to smile when he lowered his gaze onto his children, “to look after our two little monsters.” Jack and Lola made a face at their dad, drawing laughter from the adults. “Look at those little monster faces. Honestly, keep ‘em if you want.”

“No, Daddy!” Lola detached herself from Margo and ran over to her dad, throwing her tiny arms around his leg. Chris chuckled, lifting her into his arms to hug her; her arms wrapped around and her head buried into the crook of his neck. “I just want to spend the day here, I want to come home to you and Mama.”

“You are going to come home to me and Mama,” Chris kissed her head. “I was just kidding, sweetheart.” She pulled away and leaned back in his arms. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aw, don’t be like that. You know I love you, baby.” He booped her nose and she cracked a smile, which turned into giggles when Chris tickled her.

“Okay, we should go.” You told Chris when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Chris nodded and kissed Lola’s cheek before lowering her onto her feet. “We’ll call after the meeting, and if you guys are still okay with having them- we’ll go have dinner first.” Sebastian and Margo nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much, we really appreciate it.” You descended to your knees in front of your children and opened your arms; they quickly enfolded themselves in your love. “Be good, okay? Listen to everything Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo tells you to do.”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Are we okay posting photos on Instagram?” Margo asked, knowing how much you and Chris liked staying away from the limelight. “I say photos but I meant just one, a cute little group shot.” You looked over at Chris, who nodded, and you nodded. “Awesome, I can’t wait to see the reactions. It’s going to blow up the internet, you know how much the world loves your children.”

“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Lola looked over her shoulder at Margo, grinning. Margo nodded, chuckling. “I like being famous, Mama. Everyone is really nice.” You all smiled, trying not to sigh at the innocence of a child. “I want to be an actor when I grow up too, like Daddy and Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo.”

“Do you?” Chris winked because he already knew that. The two of them were always having their own little chats, one of them being about her becoming an actress. It happened when you weren’t home because Chris knew it wasn’t a topic up for discussion until she was much, much older. You loved the industry you were in, but you weren’t a hundred percent about having her in the same limelight you and Chris were constantly in.

“We’ll talk about it when you grow up.” You kissed her cheek then Jack’s, releasing them as you got to your feet. “Alright, we’re going to go.” You slipped your hand in Chris’ and you both headed for the elevator. “See you later.” You called as you both waved, entering the elevator.

“Now that the parentals have gone,” Sebastian smirked. “Let’s go eat ice-cream!” He announced in a deep, monster-like growl making Jack and Lola giggle. “Ice-cream for lunch!” He cheered, catching each child under his arm and carrying them towards the kitchen.

“I am surrounded by children,” Margo laughed softly, closing the front door before she followed.

• • • • • • • •

You’d called Sebastian’s phone after the meeting like you’d promised to check in with them as well as their state of mind. Children were exhausting, and if they were ready to call it a day- you and Chris could head over to pick them up. But they were fine, Sebastian and Margo were more than happy to continue to have them while you and Chris had a date night. Sebastian even told you- after Lola picked up and passed him his phone that “we’re in the middle of baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Margo and I would be lost without their help, so we’re going to have to ask for another few hours.” You were about to argue that chocolate chip cookies didn’t take that long when you remembered you could have date night with your husband. You quickly thanked them and hung up, calling your favorite restaurant in New York for a last minute reservation. It just so happened that the restaurant was only ten minutes away from Sebastian’s apartment.

“We should come to New York more often,” you joked, clinking wine glasses with Chris. “Or maybe we should buy Sebastian and Margo a house in Boston.” Chris laughed, nodding in agreement. “That way we can actually have date nights instead of planning it, only to cancel last minute and stay home.”

“I know, right?” He chuckled, lowering to glass to reach for your hand. “I’m sorry we’ve missed so many date nights, I know it sucks having our plates so full.” You turned your palm up in his hand, interlocking fingers. “I guess it’s the price we have to pay for being so good at our jobs.” He winked and you smiled. “But I promise, more effort.”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head. “I mean- it doesn’t really have to be a night out for us to call it a date night. We’ve had some pretty awesome date nights at home too,” you reminded him with a flirtatious smirk and he chuckled. “I’m just happy as long as I get to spend time with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he drew your hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Okay, so what are we going to order?” You both pulled your hands away from each other and looked at your menus. “I’m thinking we get something different each and share, so we can at least try something new. We have to-” Before he could finish, his phone rang. He sighed then narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was his publicist, Susan. “Do you mind?” He asked and you shook your head, you both knew Susan didn’t call unless it was important.

“Hey Susan, could you make it quick? I’m just about to have-” He cut himself off, responding accordingly. “I’m not surprised. Yeah, Y/N and I left them with Sebastian and Margo for the day. She asked if she could post a picture on her Instagram and we said yes. Wait-” his brows furrowed. “What do you mean there’s more than one? The photos are circulating everywhere? It looks like- Okay, let me just- I’ll call you back.”

“There’s more than one photo circulating?”

“There are at least a dozen photos on Sebastian’s Instagram, documenting the day they’re having.”  He told you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion; Sebastian and Margo would never, and had never done anything to breach that trust you and Chris gave them when it came to your children. There was no way they would’ve posted more than the one photo you agreed to. “It’s not Seb and Margo who posted them.” He explained. “The photos look like they were taken by a child, the child being Lola.”

“Oh,” was all you could say before you both started to laugh. “Okay, well- we should probably call and give them a heads up. I’d say delete them, but they’re already circulating the web so there’s no point. Should we just-” you beckoned your thumb at the exit and Chris sighed, nodding. “We’ll grab some burgers on our way there.”

• • • • • • • •

You’d texted Margo instead of Sebastian because you had a feeling Lola was still using his phone from the photos being posted on his Instagram. As soon as Margo saw the text, she told Sebastian and he rushed out of the kitchen to look for Lola who was sitting on the couch happily taking selfies. He’d realized it was Margo’s mistake showing her how Instagram worked, but the selfie taking- she learned that from her mom.

“Sweetheart,” Sebastian walked over and Lola looked up, grinning. “Can I have my phone back?” He held out his hand and Lola pouted, hugging the phone to her chest. “Please?” She sighed and held it out for him to take. As you all suspected, Lola had been flooding Sebastian’s Instagram with photos. They were surprisingly good shots for a six year old, but it was definitely going to take a while for the internet to calm down. “Oh God,” he pressed his lips together, turning his wifi off altogether so he’d stop getting notifications.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart. Not really,” Sebastian placed his phone down on the coffee table then sat down next to Lola. “You just posted photos you weren’t meant to post.” She looked confused and he chuckled softly, taking her hand in his. “Do you remember when Aunt Margo asked your mom and dad if she could post a photo of all of us on her Instagram?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Am I in trouble because I didn’t ask Mama and Daddy?”

“You’re not in trouble, but you should ask because you post anything online. Especially at this age, okay?” She still look confused so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he continued to explain, “you see, your mom and dad, and Aunt Margo and I- we’re all celebrities. People want to know what’s going on in our lives, but that doesn’t mean we have to share everything. Some moments are better off kept to ourselves, that’s how we keep the magic of the moment. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” She scrambled onto Sebastian’s lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sebba.” He smiled and hugged her back, kissing her head. “I didn’t mean to, I just thought because Aunt Margo did it- I should do it too. Are you mad at me?” Sebastian shook his head when she pulled away to look at him. “Will Mama and Daddy be mad at me?”

The doorbell rang and Sebastian winced, “we’ll just have to see. C'mon.” He popped her on her feet and took her hand, leading her to the front door where he knew you and Chris were waiting patiently on the other side. “That was my bad, I wasn’t watching my phone and-”

“You are a menace,” Chris teased Lola, scooping her into his arms. She giggled and hugged her dad, knowing from his tone she wasn’t in trouble. “I know when you become an actress you’re going to get lots of attention, but how about we keep you from that attention until then?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry did you say ‘when’?” You raised a brow at Chris and Lola, who had the same sheepish look on their faces. “When did it become a 'when’? I thought we said we’re tabling it until she’s older, like- high school older.”

“Mmmm! I smell chocolate chip cookies,” Chris quickly changed the subject and hurried off with Lola. You scoffed and Sebastian tried not to laugh, beckoning you in with his head so he could close the door behind you. “Do you know who loves cookies?” You could hear Chris with your children and you smiled. “Cookie Monster, om nom nom nom.” He mimicked the popular Sesame Street character’s voice, making Jack and Lola howl with laughter.

“I married a kid,” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

“Funny,” Sebastian wrapped an arm around you and led you to the kitchen, “that’s what Margo says to me.”

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