i give you your props

Tom laid on his back in his black and white suit on the hotel bed while Harrison banged on the bathroom door. His hands were folded across his chest as chuckled at [Y/N] and Harrison’s bickering through the closed door.

“Ease up, mate.” Tom yawned. The only downfall of being invited to events was switching time zones. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up. “We did only give her a three hour heads up.”

Harrison huffed, rolling his eyes while leaning against the opposing wall. “But aren’t girls usually good with last minute things?”

Tom raised a brow, “Um, I think it’s the exact opposite really. Girls always take forever to get ready.” Chucking one of the pillows at him, he laughed. “Even if we left right now, we’d be early.”

“I don’t even care about leaving, I just have to take a piss is all.” Harrison replied with a slight twinge of irritation kissing his words. “I could do so if someone would hurry their arse up!”

“Bloody fucking Hell, Haz.” [Y/N] yanked open the bathroom door, her face in a scowl. “Need to take a fucking whiz, do you? Go for it you little shit.” Her hand gesturing to the toilet.

Harrison stood up straight, his jaw dropping at the sight of his friend. Sure, he had seen her dolled up before but that was the thing. He had seen her in thousand dollar gowns for movie premieres but never like this. Never so simple and breathtaking.

Her hair was loose and wavy instead of pinned back in an intricate way. Her lips were dusted lightly with a soft pink and all he could focus on were her lashes. Not a lick of makeup were touching her lids except mascara and maybe a little dash of nude shimmer. Her cheeks were rosy but that came with her frustration. It was strange to see [Y/N] so dolled down but up at the same time. It was messing with his brain.

“Cat got your tongue, mate?” Tom teased as he stood up to see why Harrison suddenly froze up. As he rounded the wall, he stopped dead in his tracks. “[Y/N], you-you look stunning!” Just like Harrison, Tom was at a loss for words.

Her cheeks flushed, “Thank you,” tucking a chunk of hair behind her ears, “come on guys, it’s not that different from what you’re used to.”

Harrison shook his head, still unable to produce words. Scratching the back of his head, he exchanged looks with Tom. “You look incredible, [Y/N].”

Chewing on her lip, she glanced down at the last minute dress she had snagged from one of the LA shops on her strip. “I don’t know if this will do though.” She smiled at their expressions, Tom and Harrison weren’t the very best at hiding their facial movements. “You two look sharp! This dress is so simple and-”

“-perfect.” Tom responded, shaking his head, still unable to wrap his head around how beautiful she looked. He had gotten the chance to work with [Y/N] on a small film a few years back and built a very on and off again friendship. It wasn’t anything like an on and off again relationship but more or so they’d hang out like crazy and then months would pass by without either of them speaking a word to each other. It was just how it happened to work out.

One would spark up a conversation through text or twitter and the cycle would repeat. Harrison just got to know [Y/N] by default and had a similar style friendship. The only difference was that he’d spam her on a regular basis with funny memes. Tom would just kind of forget until she’d pop up on his instagram feed and the memories of their fun would play in his brain like a movie. 

“I have to agree with Tom on this one, [Y/N].” Harrison grinned as he winked at her. “You’re really hot.” 

Playfully rolling her eyes, she swatted Harrison. “Shut up, you sarcastic asshole.” 

Harrison laughed, “But I’m not being sarcastic this time!”

Rolling them again, she chuckled. “Go take a piss and we will leave, okay?” Shoving Harrison in the bathroom, she closed the door behind her. Looking at Tom, she motioned behind her. “How in the world do you handle all the time?”

“With great difficulty.” 

“I give you props, oh, here let me fix your bow.” She took a step forward, her hands gently readjusting the bow-tie. Her breath hitched in her throat when she finally noticed Tom looking at her. 

“[Y/N],” He started.

“Yes?” She whispered.

“I think we shouldn’t drift apart this time….”

Nodding, “I agree.” 

The One With A First Date

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jughead finally asks you out but between running the paper and finding Jason Blossom’s killer, the two of you can only fit an a very unconventional, and illegal, first date. 

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“Isn’t it a little late to be breaking into the school?” you mutter, a fistful of Jughead’s sweater in your hand as you follow him through the dark. He uncoils your hand, taking it in his. Your skin tingles at from the warmth of it.

“And when do you suppose is a good time to break into a school?” he asks rhetorically.

“I don’t think we’re going to find any dirt on Grundy in the music room. Wouldn’t a murderer hide their weapon somewhere children can’t poke around?”

Jughead sighs loudly, “Probably, but we can’t sit around doing nothing.”

“You just love playing Nancy Drew,” you tease.

“I prefer to think of myself as one of the Hardy Boys,” he mumbles causing you to laugh. He claps a hand against your mouth, pressing you against the wall. You raise a brow.

“Janitor,” he whispers, letting you go after a few seconds. You sigh, doubling over, “Jughead, my heart is racing. I think I’m going to go into cardiac arrest.”

“Really? Just from that?” he smirks, “I didn’t even kiss you yet.”

“No, I mean from sneaking aro- wait… yet?” you raise a brow.

You feel your heart race slightly. It was an unconventional first date to say the least but you and Jughead had been friends for years and when he’d finally gathered the courage to ask you out, Betty had roped him into working on the paper. You’d rescheduled your first date for two weeks and finally your put your foot down and told him you’d go out Thursday night no matter what. Unfortunately Jughead had already made plans to suss Miss Grundy out but even that wouldn’t stop you from going out with him.

“I mean, that’s what people do at the end of dates, right? They kiss?” he asks, a little unsurely.

“Not on dates as terrible as this one.”

He frowns, looking disheartened.

“I’m kidding, Jug. If anything, I give you props for going so out of your way to make this such an unconventional date.”

A smile reappears on his lips as he shimmies open the lock to Grundy’s room. You rake the room, almost tearing it apart before having to put it back together and still, nothing. Just as you’re leaving, Jughead informs you that Veronica and Betty had had better luck breaking into her car.

“So, what now?” you whisper, “Do we go meet them?”

He shakes his head sternly, “Now we finish off the rest of our date.”

He stands still, looking around, “Here?” you furrow your brows together.

He nods, taking your hand back in his and walking down the hallway until you come to a stop outside the AV room. He pulls the door open and flips a switch causing hundreds of fairy lights to come to life, twinkling softly to reveal a projector and screen.

“What is all this?” you ask.

“Our date,” he says, “For the longest time I wanted to take you on a date at the drive in but I took too long to ask you out and it shut down so now-“ he points to the screen, “This will have to do.”

He walks toward the window and bends down, coming back up with a takeaway bag.

“I chucked this through earlier,” he says, “Hopefully our takeout isn’t too cold.”

“So that’s what you were doing,” you say, scrunching up your nose, “I thought you were peeing.”

“I try to keep my dignity on a first date,” he replies with a small smile, handing you one of the boxes and a fork.

He turns the projector on and Me Before You starts playing.

“You hate this movie,” you say, turning to him curiously.

“But you love it,” he replies, nervously winding an arm around your shoulders, “And I’ll watch it every day if I have to.”

“I guess that means I have to watch Star Wars?” you raise a brow.

“Yup,” he deadpans with a grin.

You were half asleep by the time the movie was finished. You both packed up all your stuff and threw away the boxes so that there’d be no trace of you tomorrow morning.

A part of you wished the room could stay that way so you’d always remember your first date with him. Jughead reassures you there’ll be so many more to come.

The walk home was shorter than you’d expected. You knew Jughead was crashing at Archie’s and so you’d insisted on walking him home since that way you’d have longer together. Your knuckles bumped against each other until finally you gathered up the courage to hold his. When you do, he turns to you with a goofy grin.

“So, I had fun tonight,” you say as you come to a stop outside of Archie’s house.

“Really?” he scoffs, “You’re going to use the most generic sentence ever to end this night.”

“Okay,” you pause thoughtfully, “I almost had a heart attack tonight but it was mildly enjoyable.”

“Good,” he smiles, satisfied, “I’m gonna go now,” he says, “Call me when you get home.”

Your house was only five minutes away from Archie’s – less if you walked fast. But you didn’t want to leave just yet.

Jughead inches closer to you and then presses a kiss to your cheek. He hovers, not moving away and you lean forward, kissing him, winding your arms around his neck as he tangles his fingers in your hair.

“Thank god you kissed me,” he calls out, laughing in relief, “Now I know you really did think this was a good date,” he grins, his eyes not leaving you as he walks backwards toward the front door of Archie’s house.

How Do I Work It? | a.i.

gotchu love xx [not taking requests, but this is the only exception]


“Y/N!” Ashton called you from the living room, having you rush down the stairs to find him. You walked along the smooth wooden floor with socks, sliding over into the well-furnished living room before. “How do I work it?”

“Work what?” You asked him, shaking your head as he held ‘it’ to you. You grabbed his phone and saw that he was at his Instagram story area. “What do you wanna do?”

“A live stream!” Ashton gushed, having you smile before sitting yourself next to him. He quickly grabbed your legs and propped them on his, having you turn slightly more towards him. You giggled, looking at the excited Australian before you.

His brown hair was a little messy, still curly with the trim he had just a bit ago. Some of those locks played down to his nose, highlighting those hazel eyes with ease. You were amused to see that he had actually shaved the little beard he owned just for this live. Prickles of hair were now ornate on his chin, being fully ignored by his delightful smile.

“Okay, so we just press here and… there we go.” Instantly, you held it up to you to see for yourself. People were instantly pouring into the stream, going by the thousands without you or Ashton saying a single word. You were so shocked by the influx that you didn’t realize all the fans were looking at were your face.

“Aha, Y/N, look at the comments!” Ashton gushed, having you shake your head before turning to your boyfriend. He gently took the phone from your hands and faced it to him, having the fans go insane. “She is very pretty, isn’t she?” Ashton said happily.

“I think we need to take you to the eye doctor again, baby,” you began jokingly. You poked at the crinkles of his right eye, having him tilt the phone a bit so the fans could see you, too. “You’re getting blinder if you find me pretty.” 

“You’re right,” Ashton agreed. Quickly, he moved his face just inches away from yours, having you back up a bit from the sudden motion. “You’re actually beautiful.” 

You placed your face on the side of his face and gently shoved it away. 

“Shut up,” you denied sheepishly as Ashton began to laugh. You shoved yourself more towards him to show up in the live stream better. “Have you seen this guy in that photo with Calum and Michael? Where they’re looking down and rocking those double chins? Ashton is such a zaddyish model.” You pretended to swoon, having Ashton roll his eyes as his eyes read the rapid commenting. 

“Does that mean you fell for my looks?” Ashton said with a playful tone of sadness. 

“Nah, you were like, the coolest dork I met,” you began with a grin. “Though, it’s still a sin that you don’t like FIFA.” Ashton quickly put up a triggered expression. One that entirely read ‘I am so done with your shit right now.’ It made you cover your mouth to laugh loudly. 

“Just gonna completely ignore that,” Ashton began, having you playfully hit his bicep as you two read the comments. “Okay guys, if you wanna ask us anything, you can. Like, we’re bored and chilling, so if you want…” 

“Oh hey!” You swiftly pointed at a comment on Ashton’s phone. “‘For Y/N, what has been your favorite moment on tour with Ashton?’“ You placed your chin in between your index finger and thumb in thought. But Ashton was quick to give you a memory. 

“Oh fuck, she’s probably gonna start with the drumming shit,” Ashton began, letting out a deep sigh as your face lightened up. You snapped, beginning to giggle before actually being able to tell the story. 

“Okay, so I was setting up Ashton’s kit over in Finland, yeah?” You began. “And as I was, I was testing out the sounds, too. So I would hit the drums with the drumstick to make sure the drums are adjusted correctly. And as I was, Ashton like, comes over from left wing and like, leans on one of the drum stands. He had this weird cocky face on and he was all like, ‘you wanna keep banging those drums or me?’ And then–” 

You had trouble continuing the story, quickly cracking up before getting to the good part. Comments were flowing over how cute the two of you were acting. Even though you were going to say something stupid about Ashton in the story, Ashton was staring at you adoringly. He loved your laughter. 

“Okay, she’s going to laugh to her death, so I’ll finish,” Ashton began as he sighed once more. “So then she like, threw one of the drumsticks at me without actually hitting me. But I flinched so bad, I topped on the floor and landed on my arse.” 

“It was bloody fantastic!” You exclaimed, clapping as you snorted from your harsh laughter. That’s when Ashton joined in, calling you a piglet as he laughed with you. “Holy shit–!” 

Tears began forming in your eyes, having Ashton place his face in his hand in pure defeat. You leaned your head against his shoulder, still cracking up with him. But slowly, you calmed down into a few giggles, resting your head on his warm shoulder. 

“But you looked cute while falling, so I give you props, babe,” you complimented, tilting your head up to see Ashton’s salty expression. You smiled, biting your bottom lip as his face softened into gentle awe. His eyes glimmered a bit, his hazel eyes being highlighted as they stared into yours. 

“You’re so lucky I like you so much,” Ashton said simply, rolling his eyes a bit playfully. 

“I am so luck, aren’t I?” You respond softly, reaching up to plant a tender kiss on Ashton’s lips. They were soft, gracious for how consistent Ashton is with his chapstick use. You swiftly swipe your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away to give your boyfriend a wide smile. 

“Y’know what, I think it’s the other way ‘round,” Ashton began as he stared back at the phone. “I’m incredibly lucky that she likes me so much. She’s so beautiful and kind and patient, like I’m damn lucky to have Y/N.” 

“Stoooop!” You moaned against his shoulder, having him chuckle from your attempt to cover your face. You then felt Ashton plant a kiss on the top of your head. You then look over at the phone, which is completely diverted to your flushed face. 

“My favorite face of hers right here, guys,” Ashton mused, having you cover your face with your hands. “Babe, look here. We’re the couple of the year it seems.” 

You uncover your face to read the comments. There were a series of ‘awwwww,’ ‘they’re so perfect,’ and ‘these are my goals!’ You smiled, feeling elated that people agreed with your relationship. Even though haters resided in the comments, a majority of them were down about your relationship. 

“Ya’ll are so sweet,” you gushed. “But seriously, you guys need to find yourselves an Ashton, because it’ll absolutely be the best thing you do.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face against his. This motion suddenly caused him to almost drop the phone. 

“Shit!” He caught it hastily between his hands. It was a very lucky catch, you thought. But as he found the screen once more, the both of you noticed that you were back at the Instagram layout. “What did I do?” 

“You ended the stream, dummy!” You exclaimed with laughter, watching as Ashton struggled to start a new one. 

short n sweet xx 

Foiled Plans & Pity Chocolate

*All recognizable characters are not my property.

Valentine’s Prompt: “That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it.”

Mikasa couldn’t believe she actually had had high hopes for today. Everything had been planned out weeks in advance. She had even started practicing making chocolate with Krista since the beginning of January in preparation for today. No store bought chocolate would have been appropriate for what she had in mind.

“Of course, I have no one else to blame for this but myself,” thought a bitter Mikasa as she started making her way to the library.

The signs had all been there, she had just blinded herself in an attempt to keep her desired outcome alive.

You see, today’s Valentine’s day and Mikasa was determined to finally confess her feeling to Eren. She had been in love with him for years. Since freshman year of high school to be precise. They were now both Juniors in college.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long to say anything,” thought Mikasa as she took a seat at her favorite table in the campus library.

“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so’ Armin. I’m doing a fantastic job at feeling shitty without your reminder.”

Her friend Armin smiled lightly as he pulled the chair in front of her to take a seat, “I wouldn’t do that to you
. If anything I wish I had been wrong if only to not see you like this,” he finished with a frown.

Mikasa smiled lightly at him at placed one of her hands of top of one of his, “thanks Armin, you’re truly one of my greatest friends,” she squeezed his hand lightly before letting go. She then held up her finger asking for a moment as she dug through her backpack.

“I did not forget about you by the way. I know how much you like chocolate so I made some especially for you,” finished Mikasa as she dug out a medium sack of homemade chocolate truffles and handed them to Armin.

“Thanks Mikasa,” said a truly touched Armin.

“Don’t mention it,” said Mikasa with a ghost of a smile which immediately turned into a sad frown upon seeing who was coming into the library.

“Oh great, I’m not ready for this,” murmured Mikasa to herself.

“Eren coming this way?” questioned Armin.

“Yeah with Annie,” answered Mikasa with a pained look in her eyes.

Both turned to look towards the door where a beaming Eren was holding the door open for Annie. They must have felt gazes on them because they waved and made a sign that they’ll join them briefly before heading to the coffee shop annexed to the library.

Mikasa then felt tears begin to fall from her eyes again as she started to laugh lightly, “you know what the worst part is?”

“No,” replied Armin as he handed Mikasa his handkerchief, “what is it?”

“That I can’t hate Annie because she’s my friend and overall a great person. Eren deserves someone as amazing as her,” finished Mikasa as she wiped her eyes and looked down at the table.

“Mikasa, look at me,” said Armin.

Mikasa raised her gaze to meet his.

“You’re an amazing girl as well.  The fact that Eren fell for someone else doesn’t change that fact. Understand? This just means that he isn’t the one for you.”

“Thanks Armin,” said Mikasa with a small smile that reached her eyes. “You know what though? I think I’m going to head home. I’m happy for them. Truly. I’m just not quite ready to face it at this moment. I need to go home and unwind.”

Armin nodded in understanding, “go ahead. I’ll come up with something to tell them.”

“Thanks Armin,” said Mikasa as she finished gathering her things and started walking towards the exit.

“Hey Armin, where’s Mikasa going?” asked a curious Eren as he pulled out a chair for Annie to seat before taking a seat himself.

“Sasha called her right now, I believe she had an emergency with her Valentine’s chocolate and needed backup.”

Eren snorted, “I’m sure that emergency is that she ate the chocolate she intended to give to Connie.”

Annie smacked him for this comment, “whatever the emergency is I’m sure Mikasa was the best person to call. She’s highly resourceful.”

“True,” answered Armin with a smile.

With that they all proceeded to take out their respective assignments.

In the end Mikasa ended up opting for heading to the park instead. Being on the swings was likely to calm her and at the very least she wouldn’t be alone to deal with her thoughts. She just wanted to let go and try to make the best of this day. It hadn’t been terrible. It would’ve been a complete disaster had the whole Eren-Annie ordeal all happened before she made an ass of herself declaring her love for him so that was a plus.
She made her way to the swings, threw her backpack on the side, and started swinging as high as she could go with her eyes closed in an attempt to prevent further tears from pouring out.

She swinged until she could feel herself begin to smile again and felt comfortable enough to stop. She opened her eyes slowly only to find herself looking at a rose.

She raised an eyebrow and looked up at the person holding the rose. It was Levi. Her neighbor and graduate student in the engineering program.

“That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s where I draw the line,“ said a peeved Mikasa.

"I wouldn’t bother with a pity rose,” replied an equally peeved Levi, “this is just me giving you a rose.”

Mikasa took the rose gingerly from Levi, “thanks,” she said softly.

Levi nodded and took a seat on the swing next to her, “from your expression earlier I take it your day didn’t go according to plan.”

Mikasa scowled at him, “just how long have you been standing there looking at me?”

“Not much,” answered a non-plussed Levi.

Mikasa just sighed at his response and answered his question, “no, it didn’t.”

“Hmm,” was Levi’s only reply as he started to swing slowly

Mikasa had never spoken much with Levi. If there was a good term to describe what they were it would be friendly acquaintances.

If she was honest with herself she had been highly intrigued with him when she first moved to the apartment next door to his. He always seemed serious and highly dedicated to his studies; not to mention the fact that he was incredibly attractive. In fact, she had initially developed a crush on him that had made her momentarily forget about Eren. A crush that she decided to push to the back burner the moment she found out he had a girlfriend.

“Levi,” said an unsure Mikasa

He turned to look at her and raised a brow.

“Would you mind eating my chocolate with me? I don’t want it to go to waste.”

Levi pondered her inquiry for a few seconds, Mikasa was almost sure he would decline.

“Sure, but not here. We’re going to my favorite tea house. My treat.”

Mikasa smiled, “that sounds good.”

Levi stood and grabbed her backpack, “come on brat, we have to get there before they run out of the good food.”

Mikasa made a displeased sound at the nickname, “whatever you say shorty.”

“Tse, annoying brat.”

Mikasa only stuck out her tongue at him and started following him to the tea shop. She didn’t know what it was about Levi but she truly felt like she could let out her inner child and be playful. She didn’t often act like this. She wouldn’t generally act this way even with her best girl friend Sasha.

“I could get used to this,” thought Mikasa as she smiled to herself and walked faster to keep up with Levi.

“We’re here brat,” make yourself comfortable in the corner table. I’ll get us some drinks.

Mikasa took her backpack from him and nodded. She started heading down towards the corner and decided to take the seat that would face the café. It truly was a charming place. It had an ‘old world’ feel to it that made it immediately feel cozy and rather like at home. Seeing that Levi was already paying she decided to take out the chocolate and have it at hand for when he came.

“Here you go brat. Peppermint tea, plain,” Mikasa smiled at Levi and gratefully took her cup.

“So what took you to the park on Valentine’s day? I thought an old grouch like you would prefer to hide in your cave and avoid all the blinding ridiculousness that abounds today and pleases us mere mortals.”

Levi scoffed, “for your information I happen to like holidays just fine… Though maybe this one a little less than others.

Mikasa chuckled lightly and proceeded to sip on her tea.

"To answer your question,” began a pensive Levi as she looked away from her tea and gave him her undivided attention, “I was just walking back home and happened to see you at the park. You looked upset so I figured I’d stop by and check on you.”

“Thanks, you really didn’t have to go out of your way though. I really hope I’m not intruding on any Valentine’s day plan with your girlfriend.”

At this Levi lost his blasé attitude and almost spit out his tea, “girlfriend?! What girlfriend?”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow at him, “The pretty redhead that always comes by every Wednesday afternoon.”

Levi smirked at this.

“Not that I stalk you or anything!” exclaimed Mikasa, “it’s just that I alway see her when I get home after lab and she always stops for a chat. She’s really nice.”

Levi leaned forward and took one of Masa’s homemade chocolates, “that would be Petra, my step brother’s girlfriend,” he informed as he put the chocolate in his mouth and ate it, “surely after all this time stalking me you would’ve figured I have a roommate?” finished Levi with a teasing gleam in his eyes.

Mikasa blushed and looked down at her tea, “as a matter of fact no I hadn’t but thanks for elucidating me on the matter of your living arrangements.”

Levi chuckled lightly, making her blush, “kill me now. How embarrassing,” she thought to herself.

“I got to give you props brat these are delicious. If your cooking is as good as your dessert making and you ever have leftovers you don’t know what to do with please feel free to give them to me.”

Mikasa smiled softly at him, “thank you Levi.”

Levi raised a brow, “for what? I’m not throwing out compliments just because. If anything this will be for my benefit.”

Mikasa chuckled lightly and reached out for his hand to give it a light squeeze, “for approaching me and completely turning this day around for me.”

Levi blushed, “anytime.”

After that, the conversation simply flowed between them. They hadn’t even noticed the time until one of the servers had approached to let them know they were closing. Levi paid the tab against Mikasa’s wishes and then they both made their way back home in silence; simply relishing in each other’s presence.

“Levi,” said Mikasa as they had finally reached her apartment, “thank you for today. Truly. I hope we can see more of each other.”

“Count on it brat,” said Levi as he tried to remain nonchalant to the young woman in front of him.

Mikasa gave him a gentle smile and leaned down to give him a light peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you around Levi.” She gave him one last smile and walked into her apartment.

Levi stood there dumbfounded of a few seconds before he grinned, and started making his way home. “I won’t let you get away this time Mikasa.”

Trust Nobody | Pt. 9

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, featuring all of BTS
Genre: Love, Smut, Angst
Summary: The first thing you should know about me is that i’m an Escort. Yes, i have fucked for money. One day my Boss made me an offer i couldnt say no to. One Year. Seven Boys. One Rule: Never fall in love.
Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Part 9: Sex and Goodbyes

All she wanted was to be free. No more running away. No more hiding who she was, she wanted to be herself. That was all she was asking for.

Minji liked to play games. But this time, I wasn’t in it. I reached down for my phone, typing in the number from my agency.

“Darling, what’s the matter?”
“She’s back.”

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  • Taken from personal experience.
  • YoonMin Shippers: very sweet very nice very lovely like I have no bad words for these people how are they so nice literally all fics of their otp is angst angst angst how are you not rolling in rage
  • TaeKook Shippers: very dirty but try to be low key about it but then just blow up with all the bottled up thirst and go on kinky one shot rampages but also really weird in the best way possible
  • NamJin: calm as fuck, secure with their ship like really mature and idk why, I respect you but I don't understand you
  • VHope: oh my god dirtiest people you'll ever meet but they have 0 shame, yeah they read that one shot of v calling Hobi daddy while being fucked in a public restroom with Jungkook in the next stall and they're proud of it
  • YoonSeok: super laid back when expressing their love for this ship their tags are either 'oh they're so cute' or 'omg they looked at each other' //idk how you survive because I rarely see any quality YoonSeok shit so I give you props for sticking to your guns// well shut me the fuck up yoonseok is sailing nowadays hold onto it while you can
  • JiHope: you're either a sadist or the sweetest cinnamon roll because I've seen you guys blushing and getting flustered over Jimin just grazing Hobis thigh but then going off into your own fantasy of 50 shades of JiHope, some of ya'll are nasty.
  • JiKook: idk why but most people I've met that ship JiKook hard also ship Jimin with everyone like they want a BTS sandwich with Jimin in the middle but at the same time they're very loving and pretty much adore their ship but say anything about "lol Jungkook ignores Jimin he hates him" and they'll be serving your head for dinner
  • VMin: oh man these guys are the funniest, they can be dirty but it mostly consists of pervy jokes and their favourite moments between their ship are when the two are bickering or jokingly insulting each other they're down for pretty much anything
  • TaeJin: Kinky af and it scares me how quick you can go from sweet to horny
  • JinKook: you guys are cute af, sure you can be nasty like the rest but you're genuinely happy just watching Jin dote over Jungkook and it's the sweetest thing ever and you deserve every ship moment that happens because you guys are the real cinnamon roll
"Eww!! That's nasty!!" with Ponyboy

Requested by anon

You and Ponyboy were sitting on the dome at the play ground. Ponyboy started to smoke, which was not uncommon.

You sat there and pondered in your little blue dress with your leather jacket and dirty converse. You had never smoked before, it must be fun if Ponyboy did it.

“I wanna try!!” You whined. Ponyboy looked at you and smiled with a small laughters. “Okay babe.” He says holding for you.

You inhale and push his hand away and start furiously coughing. “Eww!! That’s nasty!!” You says spitting the taste off. Ponyboy cracks up in laughter.

“Want more?” He taunted with a giggle. “Nope, thanks I’m good.” You smile with your eyes watering. “Dang Pony, I give you props. That’s nasty.” You say laughing. “Oh this is why I love you babe.” He said with a giggle putting his arms around you.

anonymous asked:

I have to give you props for keeping your ask opens and even letting the anonymous option still open. You stand by your criticism. Just like a Sega Saturn game you know how to read discs

i like to imagine that all the anonymous messages i get are from the same guy conducting some weirdly elaborate scheme that i am but a small piece of.

Cardboard Props (Astrid’s Axe)~ Tutorial Tuesday!

Hey everybody! Welcome to this new series I’m starting. I’ve been getting a lot of questions about how I make various parts of my cosplays and puppets and I figured it was about time I shared my techniques with you guys!

So to start it off, I’ll be showing you how I make most of my props. It’s cheap, simple, and lightweight.

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The Killer Three: Cece, Bethany, and Mary Drake

I had an epiphany the other day, and I mean the kind of epiphany that only happens when I’ve actually figured something completely out and checks out factually and can’t believe it.

This is it. This is how everything connects. And this is where we find out everything we were told by Charlotte was a lie.

Everyone complaining about the plotholes… I have heard you, I have answers. FInally.

Long, long ago, in a land far, far away, I had a theory. That theory involved Charlotte hating Jessica and Alison to the point where she wanted to kill them. This is true. Charlotte wanted to kill Alison and Jessica, but… So did Mary Drake. They teamed up together, they planned this together, they were in this together, they wanted revenge TOGETHER.

I wondered why, why in the world would Charlotte do all these things to Alison if she loved her? Why would she torture her best friends and watch her suffer? It’s because she absolutely 100% DESPISES HER. And she despised Jessica, after all- who could love someone who put you away in a mental asylum as a child and forgive them for that?

And Mary… Ohh Mary, sisters that fight over things only for one to stab the other and get sent to an insane asylum, and then later have their only child be taken away from them and given to said sister? Who WOULDN’T be mad? 

And now, getting to Bethany Young, Bethany was the start of all this. Something about what happened with her and what the tapes said happened never added up to me. If you remember, one of the tapes Bethany was recorded saying “Everything she said, every visit was a lie. I mean is it like mother like daughter? I wonder if I can trust anyone in that family.” This never made sense to me… Until I connected these two events. 

In “The mirror has three faces” Jessica tells Emily and Hanna a story- we have a flashback of Jessica storming in and slams the piano lid down- scaring Alison. Alison asks why she’s so pissed off, Jessica said she got a phone call from Radley saying Alison was there, that she wants to stay there, that she wants to hurt herself. Jessica says she got to Radley and Cece was there head to toe in Alison’s clothing calling herself Alison DiLaurentis. 

I believe it’s quite possible that yes, what Charlotte said about her being Charles is completely true- but I believe Charlotte did not return to Radley after she transitioned and after they faked Charles’ death. Charlotte was free, she was free until… That party at UPenn. I believe it was Wren who said Cece had a psychotic break because of Alison and getting kicked out of UPenn- which had been backed up by multiple people. So, she decided she didn’t want to get even, she wanted revenge. She lived through hell and just when she thought she was getting her life together, another DiLaurentis comes around and ruins it.

Getting back to Bethany and Jessica’s story, this is how it all began. Remember when Emily and Spencer went to the riding stables? The man said Jessica used to go there with a girl who had anger issues and whenever she asked the girl to call her “Aunt Jess” she would throw a fit. It was Mary. Mary was taking Bethany out, Mary took her to riding lessons. Why? She was preparing her. 

She and Cece came up with a plan to kill not only Jessica, but Alison as well. You see, parts of what Cece had said were possibly true. What she said about Bethany being very violent and having outbursts were backed up by what the man at the stables said. Which means it is entirely plausible that Bethany did in fact kill Marion and blame it on her.

 This is where the plan also comes into play, you see… Bethany Young only knew Charles DiLaurentis, a young boy… What do you think happened after Charlotte transitioned? That’s right. Charlotte got out of Radley, transitioned from Charles to Charlotte, and returned to Radley as Cece fucking Drake years later, JUST AS JESSICA SAID SHE DID. But Bethany didn’t know a Cece Drake, she knew someone blonde, beautiful, and the daughter of whom everyone assumed was Jessica DiLaurentis. Bethany knew Cece as Alison DiLaurentis, the daughter of Jessica DiLaurentis, whom was really Mary Drake. 

This plan… This plan was the mother of all plans… Mary and Charlotte wanted revenge, Mary and Charlotte wanted revenge on Jessica for the lives she took away from them, and Charlotte wanted revenge on Alison why? Do you remember that story from a while back about Alison getting Cece kicked out of UPenn? A story she repeated to people over and over, a story her roommate repeated to Aria when she came looking for her? It was all true. Mary and Charlotte planned to befriend Bethany as Jessica and Alison DiLaurentis because they planned for Bethany to MURDER Alison and Jessica DiLaurentis. And Bethany was going to go down for the entire thing. They were going to get away with it too.

Cece, Bethany, AND Alison wore the yellow tops, she wore them and planted Bethany and Alison’s… Why? Because she was going to murder Alison, and since Bethany was SUPPOSED to kill Jessica, anyone who saw it happen would BLAME IT ON BETHANY. Charlotte fucking LIED about everything. And since Bethany didn’t kill Jessica, Jessica witnessed Charlotte hitting Alison, the plan was ruined the minute Mona hit Bethany over the head and Melissa buried her.

And now, Melissa… Remember the little flashback of Melissa and Charlotte?

Yeah, this happened. Melissa most likely called Cece and told her she thought Spencer killed Bethany and then Melissa buried her. This is exactly the reason Cece and Mary thought it was SPENCER who killed Bethany, not Mona.

When we heard that Charlotte called Wren and told him what Melissa had done, this further catapulted my suspicion that Cece had been evil the entire time. Gotta give you props, Cece, I am proud of your performance… Now let’s see what mommy dearest and your psycho sidekick have planned.

I told you so

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson

Summary/Request: Can you do Kol Mikaelson, nervous about meeting your parents for the first time? :) - Anonymous

Word Count: 1001

“Kol, we need to leave now.” You called from the bathroom applying the last coat of lipstick. 

 You heard a grunt and walked back into your bedroom.

 "This damn tie!“ 

 Smiling you sashayed to Kol. You took the tie from his hands and began to tie his tie.

 "You’re nervous aren’t you?”

 Kol didn’t respond

 "My parents will love you. You have nothing to worry about"

 Your words seem to reassure Kol and you two both left, with flowers for your mum and a box of premium Cuban cigars for your dad. Kol took your hand and you two walked up the path to your home and knocked on the door. Your dad opened the door. 

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Dreams (Part 2)

Summary: After dreaming about the same unknown person for many years, you finally meet in person once and for all.

Author’s Note: Just a quick heads up, I decided to also include some of the cast for the new Spiderman: Homecoming movie.

Part 1

Originally posted by gounderoos

Days had ended up passing by ever since you first met Peter that day back at the diner. You didn’t see him ever again since then.

Part of you wanted to lose hope and try to forget about the guy but you just couldn’t.

He never left your mind.

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austennerdita2533  asked:

Happy Birthday lovely! You're always so welcoming to newbies and oldies alike and I give you mad props for handling your influx of asks with such patience and grace. Thanks for bringing such joy and light to our fandom (especially in the darkest of times lol) and I hope you have a fantastic day because you deserve it! *hugs* 🎂🎊❤️

*weeps* thank you! That means so, so much!

merenloven-deactivated20170111  asked:

I have to give you props on your art, it looks amazing! My friend is an artist but is constantly bashing his work & compares it to your art. Any words of advice? How long does it take you to complete a sketch? He says it only takes you 4 minutes.

Hi there,

First of all, thank you for the kind words!

Now, I’m not sure where your friend got that number, it’s oddly specific and also not at all true. I actually spend anywhere between one to two hours on the sketches that I’ve shared on my blog. Anything less is doodles or quick sketches in my sketchbook which I don’t often share publicly. These are mostly to get ideas and comps down for myself, not to have something presentable.

As for advice, and this goes for anyone who might find themselves in a similar situation, stop bashing yourself and your art. I understand and appreciate that it’s not a simple thing to do, but it’s not healthy, period. It’s no good for your mental health nor for your growth as an artist, and when you’re trying to learn, it makes relating to your peers and mentors all the more difficult.

It’s well and actually good to compare your art to people you look up to, but pairing it with self-deprecation or even self-bashing is pointless. It won’t do anything to help you improve. So don’t do it. Instead, look at your favourite artists and see what they’re doing well, try to take away something from them that would help in your own personal growth. 

Knowing where you lack is a good thing, and it’s a very different thing from self-deprecation. The former encourages growth, it teaches you to identify where you’re lacking and gives you something to focus on. Failure isn’t your enemy, it’s the best way to learn. If you’re struggling with perspective, then focus on tightening up those perspective skills. Anatomy? Then focus on anatomy, take a life-drawing class if you’re able to. Or maybe you’re struggling with your colours, then focus on doing colour studies. You get the idea.

Belittling yourself won’t get you anywhere, if you want to be good at what you do, then you need to put in the work and time to get where you want to be. Recognize that failing is part of the learning process. It took me five years of formal schooling and even more time spent practicing to be where I am now, and I’m not anywhere close to being done (spoiler alert, there is no being done, there is always room to grow). 

Hopefully your friend and anyone else in a similar situation finds encouragement in this. Keep at it, folks!


anonymous asked:

I've been here to thank you before, but I wanted to pop in and say it again. I have had a lot of trouble in the past in making progress on my manuscript. The constant pain and 'fibro fog' from my fibromyalgia makes it so hard, but you are such a strong voice, and since I began watching your videos and reading your advice, I have been able to push through to make some real headway. Chronic illness sucks, but I'm not going to let it rip my dreams away from me.

I’m really happy I’ve been able to help <3 I give you lots of props for your hard work and dedication. Good luck on the rest of your writing journey :) 

anonymous asked:

Freaky Friday mgg was soo good!! Moree pleaseee

Haha!  I am glad you’re enjoying it.  Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Epilogue)

After breakfast was eaten and a particularly interesting rehashing of the prior evening was done, the pictures from the phones filled in the last remaining tidbits of information.

You and Matthew, in your original bodies, had gotten so drunk at a party that you had stumbled back to your apartment, ripped each other’s clothes off, and began to praise each other’s bodies so much the two of you had actually video-recorded a simultaneous drunk confession of wishing you were the other person.

Matthew, being so enthralled with the idea of being normal, and you, being so intrigued by the idea of being famous, “pledged” to swap bodies as the two of you drunkenly laugh before sloppily kissing on the phone screen, your tongues dancing everywhere but inside the mouths of your respective partner.

“Ew,” you said, chuckling at the word being echoed in Matthew’s voice as you look down at yourself, Matthew grimacing your face as he sighs.

“Good Christ,” he mumbles as the tape ends.

“…so…we just…fell asleep?” you uptick, feeling your cheeks flush at the idea of anything more.

“God, I hope so,” he moans as he massages his temples…well, your temples.

God, you weren’t going to get used to this.

“Well, what the hell does that mean?” you ask, getting up as your gangling legs propel you higher than you are currently used to.

“Women,” he mutters before getting off of the couch, “I just mean,” he continues full voice, “that if something else did happen, we would probably have to recreate that as well in order to switch back.”


“H-how do you know that?” you stammer.

“You ever seen ‘Freaky Friday’?” Matthew asks as he cocks your eyebrow in the air.

Or, at least tries to.

So, before answering his asinine question, you cock your eyebrow in the air, smiling broadly as you realize you can do it.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you giggle as you move your eyebrows independently.

“And yes I’ve seen that movie!” you squeal, “What does that have to do with this!?”

Watching as Matthew crosses his arms and juts his hip out, you chuckle at how cute you look when you’re mad.

“I gotta give myself more props,” you mumble as you shake your head.

“We are probably going to have to recreate last night down to the outfits tonight if we have any chance of switching back,” he says.

Sighing as you look around the house, with its mismatched decorations and it’s random skull on the fireplace and the oblong stuffed animals with weird faces on them, you slowly look back at him…well, yourself, but with him in it…and sigh.

“Where’s your washing machine?” you ask.


After a rather rough adventure back to your house to obtain your outfit from last night, with cameramen snapping pictures and lobbing questions your way as to the girl at your side, you bring your hand to your face as you give them a kind smile, being wise enough not to reply at a time like this.

“You handled that better than most,” Matthew says as you feel yourself smile.

“Thanks.  Though…definitely not as glamorous as I would have thought,” you muse as you bend your tall body down, ripping the things out of his dryer in the basement.

“No.  No it’s not,” he huffs.

“Though…I can’t say it was nice only being referred to as ‘that girl.’  Gives me a different perspective on some of the women I’ve dated in the past,” he muses.

“How so?” you ask, your long, foreign digits slipping the clothes onto hangers for tonight.

“Well…I mean…some of them have had to stand beside me in my shadow…being referred to as ‘Matthew’s girlfriend’ rather than by any sort of name or title or accomplishment they may have completed.  Though it was nice not to have the attention, the type of attention I did get was…”

“…empty?” you sigh.

Feeling Matthew pan his eyes…well, your eyes, but his essence…over to your hunched figure, he catches a brief glimpse of sadness in your eyes before you blink it away.

“Well, make sure to take the new perspective with you when you’re finally free of that body,” you jest, pointing towards him as you feign a light smile.

“Yeah…” he drifts off, studying you, as well as his own body, through the eyes of another, “yeah, I’ll make sure to do that.”


OUR LOFT'89 STORY (6/13/15 philly)

So it all started when we were heading up to our seats, we were sitting in the nosebleed section. When we found our seats, My best friend, Zoe and I were waiting for Shawn Mendes to come on. What we didn’t know was that my mom was texting her friend, Jeff who is security at the Linc. Secretly, my mom and Jeff were texting back and forth to see if Jeff could upgrade our seats. About 10 minutes into Vance Joy’s opening act, my mom told us we have to go, we frantically grabbed our bags and posters not knowing what was going on. When we got into an elevator my mom explained how Jeff upgraded our seats to section 124-125 which was EXTREMELY CLOSER TO TAYLOR!!! We quickly turned on our letters that spelled B-E-C-K-Y with bright LED lights. Zoe and I continued to cry because we were just soo happy and grateful to get our seats upgraded! When Taylor came on, that’s when we lost it we flailed our arms around, dancing crazy. About 1 minute into the fourth song of the show (IKYWT) Thats when We died, Andrea aka Tays mom!! (THE BIRTH GIVER OF TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT) was walking right up to us and we knew what was coming. Tears of happiness poured down our faces, Andrea hugged Zoe and I and asked “Have you girls ever met Taylor before?” We replied crying and shaking “No, we haven’t!” “Do you Promise?” Andrea said. “YES!” We screamed. Then, one of the managers that was walking behind Andrea gave us wristbands and the ticket that had the section to meet in after the show. Once they left, Zoe and I fell to the floor we cried (along with our moms) soo much we missed like 2 songs.
Once we got ourselves together we screamed, danced and had soo much fun until the last song. When the show ended, we quickly exited our section and ran to section 106. When we got there we talked to fellow Swifties who were also invited to Loft'89 (coldasyou) We were then seated to discuss the rules of Loft'89, after we went over the criteria we were lead to the Loft(!!!!!) When we walked in it was like heaven there was pizza, chocolate chip cookies, soda, photo booth, and some of Taylor’s outfits were displayed! We got to take as many pictures as we wanted, so for about 15 minutes we just got to hang out. When Taylor came in all of our phones had to go away and the rule was that you have to wait for Taylor to come to you (so you don’t crowd her) When Taylor came over to us she was like “HEY GUYS!” And she gave all of us a hug. Which she smelled AMAZING HOLY ASDFGHJK! Anyway, she looked at me I automatically said “I love you so much” and Taylor was like “Aww I love you too!” And she gave me another hug:) I told her that we were the people that had the light up Becky letters and her face lit up. She was like “Wow! That must have taken a lot of lights and time” and then she did these cute little dance moves which was like HEAVEN OF CUTENESS!!! Taylor hugged my mom and my mom said “I know you might here this a lot, but these two girls are your biggest fans” Taylor laughed and said “I love hearing that!” Of course my mom had to say “And I think we are the two biggest mom fans” Taylor laughed and said “I have to give you props to your outfits” We told her how much we loved the show, which made her super happy. Zoe told Taylor that it was her 13th birthday (just when we walked into Loft'89) and Taylor said “13! You’re a good luck charm for me tonight”
And then she signed my polaroid and wrote I ❤️ Emma love, Taylor. Zoe’s mom had Taylor sign the Loft'89 pass and my mom had Taylor sign our cat poster. Lastly, Taylor signed Zoe’s shirt and wrote “Happy Birthday
Finally, Taylor was like "Do you want to take a picture?” So we all sat on the couch and Taylor put her arm around me which seemed so unreal and Taylor leaned her head towards Zoe. After we took the picture, Taylor hugged us and thanked us for coming. Then after Taylor came Andrea (!!!) She gave us all hugs when she walked over and Zoe’s mom said to Mama Swift “ You must be so proud of her, I remember seeing taylor when she was 16 when she opened for Tim McGraw and Faith Hill! She was such a sweet girl back then and shes still that sweet girl today”
Andrea said “I know everybody who has known her since she was little says that success has not changed her and that Taylor keeps us grounded we learn from her” Everything Andrea said made us so emotional and proud of Taylor and her mom. One thing I will never forget is when I said to Mama Swift “Thank you soo much for picking us!” And she said “As soon as I saw your Junior Jewels and your posters I said to myself "They’re In!” We also met Rachel Platten who was an angel!
When we left the Loft I had to have Zoe pinch me because I thought I was dreaming. Of course We broke down after we left but it was seriously the best night of our lives!