i forget who requested this


(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jyo0G87tVw)

Can we…can we just appreciate this entire sequence? Because like, this is one of the greatest things to happen on this show. 


Modern Day Greek Gods

The homeschooled girl who doesn’t need anyone else to get along. The girl who spends her days in a library in front of a warm fire. She travels around constantly, never in once place more than a few months at a time, but she can make a home anywhere. She christens every new house with a bonfire on the front lawn and too many s’mores. The girl who wears sweaters and fuzzy socks everywhere because she always has to be warm and her toes are always so cold. She basks in early morning sunlight and says good morning to the first light of day with a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. She’s the girl that people don’t notice, but she’s so very important to the people that let her into their lives. 

Oblivious (Jasmine Cephas Jones x Reader)

Request: Anon asked: “jcj x female reader fluff? :)”

A/N: this is my first female x female fic which is exciting! I don’t know how I feel about this and I finished it at like 6 am who am i??? also don’t forget to send in requests! I will write anything! hope you enjoyed :)))

- Requests I currently have

- Prompts

(Y/NN)= your nickname

TW: uhhhh nothing I hope

WC: 1813

You heard your phone go off telling you that you had a new comment on your latest Instagram post. You smiled to yourself when you saw it was from Jazzy and immediately unlocked your phone to see what she had said. What you saw was a bunch of heart eyes and fire emojis followed by “how could anyone be THIS gorgeous???” Immediately other comments started popping up saying how much they “shipped” you with Jasmine. You blushed furiously, thankful that no one was there to see it and then reminded yourself that she was just being nice.

People often thought that you two were together because it seemed like every other post you two made on social media was about each other. You two would comment on every single Instagram post that the other posted with a compliment and plenty of emojis. You would also tweet about each other essentially every day. Every tweet about the other was always gushing about how amazing you were or how she was absolutely beautiful. The answer to those posts was simply that you two were best friends. However, that didn’t stop the fans from always saying that you two should be together and that you would be the cutest couple. It wasn’t that you disagreed, but you knew that she would never feel that way about you.

Since the moment you had met her, you swore you were in love with the goddess that is Jasmine Cephas Jones. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but she was incredibly kind and a huge and absolutely adorable dork. She was adorkable. Everything about her was attractive to you. She didn’t even have to try. You were best friends with her which had happened just because you were as much of a dork as she was!


You were in your shared dressing room talking with Philippa when Jasmine was rushing past in her silk kimono. She stopped in her tracks and ran into the dressing room to hug you.

“Hello, lovely (Y/N), how are you?” she said, still hugging you.

“I am doing fine, Jazzy, which you already know because we have literally been texting since I woke up,” you laughed, “How are you?”

“I am doing pretty good! It’s a beautiful day,” she said, smiling and pulling back from the hug but still holding onto your arms.

“Yeah,” you said, looking into her eyes, but it came out as almost a whisper. “Really, really beautiful.”

You began to think of what it would be like to kiss her. Her lips looked really soft, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them…

“Hey, have you seen all these comments and replies on our posts about each other?” the goddess asked pulling out her phone and waking you up from your daydream. “People have been saying that we should be together,” Jasmine said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I have,” you laughed, trying to shrug it off. “I don’t think you should take them too seriously.”

“Well, they’re not wrong!” Pippa chimed in. “You two would make a super cute couple!”

“Yeah, that’s true. Sadly, (Y/N) is too good for me,” she joked, before kissing you on your forehead and starting toward the door.

“Alright, well, we have a show to get ready for, so I’ll see you later!” Jazzy said gleefully, making her way out the door.

You stood there frozen for a few seconds unable to move, staring at the now empty doorway where Jasmine had just been standing. You were thinking about the comment she had made. Too good for her?

You then realized how ridiculous you must look and walked over to the couch unable to stop the smile that was creeping up onto your face. Pippa analyzed the situation and then realized exactly what was going on.

“Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” she said incredulously. You immediately put your hand over her mouth.

“Pippa, I don’t want all of New York City to know!”

“What’s going on here?” Lin asked, waltzing into the dressing room.

“Somebody’s in love!” Pippa proclaimed in a singsong voice.

“Oooo!” Lin exclaimed, “With who?!”

“It is no one’s business,” you warned, shooting a look at the actress who brought the character of Eliza to life.

“It’s Jasmine! She loves Jasmine!” she said then turning to run and hide behind Lin.

“Well, you have to tell her,” Lin said, turning to you.

“You can’t just tell someone you’re in love with them, Linnamon Roll. It doesn’t work that way.”

“(Y/NN), honeysweetiebaby, that’s really all you need to do with Jasmine. She absolutely adores you,” Pippa said, peeking out over Lin’s shoulder.

“But not in that way. Guys, I don’t know…” you trailed off.

“(Y/N), if you don’t let the cat out of the bag, I will force the cat out of the bag,” Lin almost threatened.

“That sounds a little violent, Lin,” you responded.

“Okay, well, if you don’t tell her, I will find a way to make sure she knows, dear sweet (Y/NN),” he said, giving you a look that showed you he wasn’t kidding.

“She doesn’t feel the same way. There’s no point in telling her if the only thing that will happen is that our friendship is ruined,” you said, mostly trying to convince yourself.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jasmine will know how you feel before the clock strikes 12,” he said ominously before exiting the room.

“You know he’s not kidding, right?”

“Yes, I know,” you groaned.


It had now been about 15 minutes since the show had ended, and there was no sight of Lin. You were relieved that he wasn’t coming up with any schemes to let Jasmine know how you felt. You were out of your ensemble outfit and in your street clothes, ready to go, until you heard voices outside your room.

“Come on, Jazzy! Keep up! (Y/N) needs to see you yesterday!” you heard Lin say as he was coming down the stairs.

You spoke too soon. You groaned internally while you tried to prepare yourself for the awkward situation Lin was going to try to put you in.

“Perfect! You’re still here! Alright Jazzy, I leave you here with (Y/N)! She has something really important to tell you, so I’m just going to leave the room and close the door and not be on the other side,” Lin said, smiling mischievously and making his way out the door before you could say a word.

“Is everything okay?” Jasmine asked, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, no, don’t worry. It’s just Lin overreacting as always,” you said, looking at the floor.

“Oh my God. Are you dying?” she asked grabbing your hand. Your heart raced at the touch.

“No! No, I’m not dying. It’s just…” you trailed off.

“(Y/NN)… if there’s something you want to tell me, go ahead. You know you can trust me. I’m here for you; don’t you dare forget that,” the beautiful girl said, taking both of your hands in hers. You took in a huge breath before you put your entire friendship with Jazzy on the line.

“Okay, this is like a huge bomb that I’m going to drop on you right now, so just bear with me, okay? I have been kind of feeling some type of way, um, you know, about, um, you know, you. I just- Since I met you, I felt sort of drawn to you? Okay, that sounds weird. So here’s the thing: you’re kind of the best thing to ever happen to me, and I love you,” you finished, looking down, blushing, and hoping she had understood you, even though you were talking ridiculously fast. Part of you was expecting her to laugh in your face before her reply surprised you.

“I know,” Jas said, bringing your chin up, so she could look into your eyes.

“You… know?” you said, in complete and utter shock.

“Of course I know. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. Also, you’re my best friend, and I know how you act when you’re into someone. Honestly, (Y/N), I feel the same way…” she trailed off, eyes filled with adoration, a look you had always hoped to receive from her.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh my God, (Y/N)! I’ve been trying so hard to make you realize it. I’ve been flirting with you, complimenting you all the time, being extra touchy! You have been absolutely oblivious!” Jasmine giggled. You blushed furiously and couldn’t believe how blind you had been to her feelings. “Well, look at that! I have never seen your face get so red!” she smirked.

“Shut up,” you muttered. “Wait, how could you like me?”

“What does that even mean?” she questioned.

“I mean, you’re… too good for me… I don’t understand,” you muttered.

“Too good for you? You have seriously got to be kidding me! You’re absolutely astonishing. You’re literally perfect!” Jazzy responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you really not see what I see?” she said when she saw your still confused face. You shook your head.

“(Y/N), you are absolutely everything I have been looking for. You make me want to be a better person. Hell, you do make me a better person. You are the best part of me. Everything about you gives me butterflies and makes my heart race. You make me relate to every single cliché ever. You have the most beautiful eyes, even though sometimes you don’t think you do. Your voice is literally music to my ears. Your touch makes electricity shoot through my entire body. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried. You look beautiful, like, all the time, and it kills me. You are the sweetest, smartest, most talented, and down-to-earth girl I have ever met. You thinking that I’m too good for you is laughable because there’s no way I could ever deserve you, let alone be too good for you. You make my days better just by being a part of them. I love you, and I would really like it if you went out on a date with me,” she finished holding your hands in hers.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you, Jazzy. There’s nothing that would make me happier,” you said, looking into her eyes.

“Why don’t they just kiss already?” you heard Philippa whisper from behind the door.

“Okay, did everyone know how you felt but me?” you asked, turning to Jasmine.

“All that matters is that now you know,” Jasmine said, cupping your cheek in her hand and kissing you sweetly.

“Wow… I could get used to that,” you said dreamily, taking Jasmine’s hand in yours.

She looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and you loved it.


MAKE ME CHOOSE@natalija-unicorn and @realaddictedgeek asked me: Thomas or Minho? Finnick O’Dair or Minho?

A thick, heavily muscled A s i a n kid folded his arms as he studied Thomas, his tight shirtsleeves rolled up to show off his biceps.

Bruised and Scarred

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,248

Warning: like 2 curse words, depression, self harm, blood, trigger warning, bruises, kinda sad

Synopsis: A soulmate au where soulmates get each others bruises, wounds etc. with Michael.


Originally posted by michaelcligford

Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me it belongs to the lovely person who made it. ________________________________________________________________

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Nate Maloley Text AU: You think you’re texting your friend, about Nate, but it’s actually him.

A/N: decided to start making these. They seems really fun. Started with a simple one (inspired by someone, I forgot who). DON’T FORGET TO SEND ME TEXT REQUESTS. I DO 5SOS, OMAHA BOYS AND JANOSKIANS.

Also new chapter for broken (Jack gilinsky fanfic) posted on wattpad (@taylorsslut) soon I’ll post it on here. :)))

it takes a smile that spreads like butter

actual angel DeMarius R. Copes went on as Crutchie last night (!!!!!!) and anonymous and I are both really excited about it 


This was a request frommmm… I forget who…. >3>
But they asked specifically for a tiny feather recolor…so I went crazy with it.
I probably should have just made versions of all 67 FR colors, but I will probably do that later. FYI, I will be recoloring more feather items soon! They’re all on my list! :D

Speaking of lists… all tiny feather recolor icons are below the cut:

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Closer Than This

These two beautiful, agonizing gifsets of Finn lusting over Rae popped up on my dash multiple times (and again while I was stalking through mirandasmadeofstone‘s blog whoops) and this kind of spewed out of me. I feel like kneekeyta wanted on my forever tag list, but tbh I forget everyone else who has requested that (over just being tagged for HCYM which, I SWEAR there is another chapter in the works) so yeah. Also tagging mmfdfanfic because I’m self-promotional like that.

The letter was burning a hole in his pocket as the swish of her raven hair flickered through his peripheral vision. Even though he knew that she would never send a letter like that to anyone, let alone him, he couldn’t help but daydream about the possibility that she had taken the time out of her day, her life, to not only think of him outside of when they hung out with the rest of the gang, but to actually put pen to paper and write it out for him. And not only to write it down, but to then carefully fold the paper so it fit in a pink envelope, before addressing, stamping and mailing it. This letter indicated a level of interest he could only ever hope she would have for him, and he wanted to keep his hope alive as long as possible.

His fantasies were getting out of control; he imagined what her hair would feel like clutched between his fingers as she sucked that little part of his neck in between his left ear and his collar bone that ignited everything in him. Instead of joining the gang, and her, right away he told Chop he was calling his mom to check up on his nan and hightailed it to the toilet to splash cold water on his face and get his breathing under control. He couldn’t go popping boners around her every time they hung out, that would put her off him even more than his grumpy self did in the first weeks of their friendship.

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A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

Someone (I forget who) requested fic of Kirsten taking care of a sick Cameron, both from me on Ao3 and in the Stitchers tag here (idk if it was the same person both times). This is that.
It also fulfills part 10 of my 100 Ways to Say I Love You challenge (“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”)
Read it here on Ao3.

It takes Kirsten a moment to juggle all the things in her arms so she can knock on the door, but eventually she manages.

“Go away,” she hears Cameron yell from inside the apartment, followed by a round of loud coughing.

“So you don’t want the soup, then?” she asks loudly enough for Cameron, and probably a few of his neighbors, to hear.

There’s a pause before the answer, “The door’s unlocked.”

Kirsten lets herself in and drops all of her stuff onto the kitchen table before following the sound of the TV into the living room.

“Unlocked doors in LA?” she teases. “You must be sicker than I thought.”

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