i had a not so fun day but this cheered me up


Had a bit of a bad day so I spend most of it drawing Jeremy w/ some bright Rimmy Tim colours to cheer myself up 💪 (in a similar style as I did these Matts the other day!)

A Rucas Christmas

Prompt: Riley & Lucas’ first Christmas together
A/N: In light of recent events I wanted to write some super cute fluff to cheer myself up. And because nothing cheers me up more than Christmas time I thought it was an appropriate theme. (My first Christmas Rucas fic!!)
Word Count: 1,734

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This year will be mine and Riley’s first official Christmas together. Even though we were dating last year, my parents decided to bring me along with them to Texas for the holidays so I wasn’t actually able to spend Christmas with her. We had to exchange gifts a week before. Don’t get me wrong it was still fun but it wasn’t as special. This year will be different though. I plan to make up for last years and set the bar high for Christmases to come.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews were kind enough to allow me to set up an advent calendar on their living room wall. Basically, there was 24 gifts for the 24 days leading up to Christmas. I strung up a string of lights and attached to it were 24 cards and inside each card was a clue as to where the present was hiding in their apartment.

They weren’t anything too big or expensive. I saved up most of my money from working in Mrs. Matthews’s café after school hours. They were small cute things I knew Riley would love or just things I knew she needed. I saved the biggest gift, obviously, for actual Christmas day.

On December first I hurried over to Riley’s after my shift at Topanga’s was over. I made her promise me to not open the first advent clue until I got there. We were both pretty excited. So much so that our friends wouldn’t stop making fun of us. I didn’t care though, this was my first Christmas with her and I wasn’t going to let anybody try and ruin that.

I run up the fire escape and crawl through her opened window. I spot her sitting on her bed waiting anxiously for me to arrive. I can’t help but smile ear to ear when I see the look on her face when she sees me.

“YAY!” She yells. “You’re here.” She runs over and wraps her arms around me, pulling the rest of my body through the window.

“Someone’s excited.” I tease knowing very well I was just as happy.

“Is it obvious?” She scrunches up her nose in embarrassment which just makes her look even more adorable.

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rubyreddemise  asked:

Ok here's my best shot lol, I need a truly fluffy fic please. As you know my emotions have been on the non fun kind of roller coaster this week and reallly need a Prompto day of cuddles. Please include him addressing the depression and emotional roller coaster because it really helps.. hope this request makes some sort of sense..

I hope this is alright for you! Although it may be less fluffy than intended, but I hope you still like it! 

Prompto x Reader
My Everything ~
WC: 1234

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hello everyone it is i, the weird horse high-fiving minseok in the gif (cred to @juliet-cbx 😘)

so to start off 2017 id like to thank you all for welcoming me into this thing we’ve got going on here and for being so kind to me!! ive made some rlly nice friendos nd i hope we get closer this year! also i hope to be less shy nd talk to more of you so expect that

overall, thank you for making 2016 so fun nd cheering me up when i had bad days nd stuff 😊 ilysm!

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Raise your hand if you don’t believe global warming is a liberal conspiracy. 

Holy crap, November, what are you trying to do to me?!?!?!  Today was Jog-a-Fun day at Conner’s school.  I ended up volunteering for pretty much the whole day since I noticed some people had dropped out of the morning shifts.  They were playing Christmas music…as we sweated it out in 80+ degree weather.  Conveniently, this filter erases the look of the sweat…ahh, technology!

Jog-a-Fun’s water station is one of my major volunteer events that I like to do to get my volunteer hours in for the year.  (The other is the book fair, obviously! ;))  I love to cheer for the kids!  Unfortunately, they never have a good plan in place for the water jug things.  I ended up having to haul them back and forth to the athletic center (a quarter mile each way!!!) several times to fill and those things are HEAVY!  I have over my 10 thousand steps and that was 100% an arm workout, so I’m bailing on the gym today.  I also rode my bike for an hour after I got home because I love it and want to ride it every day! <–the husband’s not even home, and I can still hear him saying “that’s what she said” in my head!

Conner’s still willing to acknowledge that I’m his mom in public…wonder when that will stop–maybe it won’t!  Is that a thing? The minute I entered 6th grade, my parents were strangers to me!  Lol.  Wouldn’t it be nice if karma gave me a break on that one!  The little kids all can’t wait to talk to me though–especially when it’s a zillion degrees, the water lady (me) is the coolest person to know!  :)  Today was good for the soul.  Kids, man, they’re the best!

Valentine’s Day

Since the new updates have been pretty dark, I decided to make a sort of cute Valentine’s Day fic to cheer everyone up. Or at least to try and cheer everyone up. So here, have a cute proposal. 

This is stupid, he kept telling himself, even as he picked out the ring, even as he made the reservations. He was never going to hear the end of this, he just knew it. Stan had never been on the best terms with his brother, but Natalie had insisted he invite Michael and Michael’s girlfriend Kristi to go to dinner with them on Valentine’s Day. Of course, Stan’s plans to propose to Natalie had preceded this unexpected development and he wasn’t in any position to suddenly change them. He’d just have to tolerate his brother’s presence in this crucial event.

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” Natalie’s voice drifted out from her closet as she dug around for a nice dress. He was sitting on their bed, having decided what he was going to wear in about five minutes. Black pants, black vest, red shirt. Easy, simple. Although he’d conceded to wearing the heart gauges Natalie had gotten for him last year. He had the ring in his coat so Natalie wouldn’t find it immediately.

“Didn’t Kristi try to douse you in holy water last week?” He asked dryly, examining his nails. “I honestly don’t know why you even want her around.”

“It was a misunderstanding, that’s all. We just got off on the wrong foot.”

“She thinks I’m a drug dealer.”

“You played along to scare her.” Natalie shot back. “So it’s your own fault.” He hated it when she had a point. Kristi was just so much fun to mess with though.

“Fine.” He sighed. “But if I see her cross herself I’m going to flinch.”

“Stan!” Natalie’s head popped out of the closet to give him a disapproving look. He grinned back at her.



Kristi did indeed cross herself when Stan and Natalie approached, pressing herself closer to Michael.

“Snickerdoodle, I promise he’s not going to hurt you.” Michael said, patting her back.

“It’s so good to see you guys again!” Natalie said. “I’m really glad you came.” She’d chosen a little red dress and matching red heels, complimented by some decent makeup. Stan would have been lying if he’d said she didn’t look hot. Red might not have been the right choice for a dinner with Kristi though, as the blonde only paled more at Natalie’s wardrobe. She herself had chosen a delicate blue ensemble, with white accents. She looked like a scared little bluebird. It was almost hilarious.

“Yeah, you too.” Kristi tried to hide behind Michael more.

Michael shared none of his girlfriend’s anxiety, wasting no time in wrapping his free arm around Natalie in a hug. He was dressed in blue too, but Stan immediately registered the whole suit ensemble as gaudy.

“Thanks for inviting us, Gingersnap. I’d never waste an opportunity to see my beloved brother again.” His smile failed to reach his eyes as he cast his gaze onto Stan. It took all his willpower not to make a snide remark about how full of BS Michael actually was.

“Beloved brother my ass.” He muttered, low enough that no one could hear it. Michael and Natalie chattered to one another for a few minutes before Stan interrupted and pointed out that they were going to miss the reservation if they didn’t go in soon.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Natalie asked, looking panicked.

He shrugged. “You were having fun.”

“Aaaw~ You really do-”

“Shut it Michael.” Stan growled.

“Be nice.” Natalie said, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside. He muttered some choice words, but didn’t resist.

They sat one couple on each side of the table. Natalie had wanted to sit across from Michael so the two could talk, which left Stan staring at Kristi. Scaring her wasn’t worth it at this point. He needed to execute his plan. He checked to make sure the ring was still there. Thankfully it was. He’d half expected Michael to swipe it when his back was turned. While Natalie was distracted Stan transferred the box to his pocket. Now he just had to wait for the right moment. He decided on after dessert, and was mostly silent until that point. Every so often Natalie would drag him into the conversation. He replied largely with one syllable answers and grunts.

“You know, I had the worst cold last month. I thought I was going to die! And I kept waking up to Stan checking to make sure I was breathing.”

“Didn’t want you to choke on your snot.”

“Aaaaw, that’s so sweet Stan.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Um…Oh! Michael, I keep forgetting to ask, but how are the sunshine guy, art guy, and Gabriel?”

“They’re doing fine. Uriel and Raphael had their second anniversary yesterday! It was pretty exciting! Stan was invited, I don’t know why he didn’t show up to the party.”


“The bar was pretty busy yesterday. He didn’t get a lot of time off.”

“Still, what a shame.”

“Hm.” He was making an effort at least. It was better than him simply glowering silently at Michael the whole dinner. One could almost pretend everything was pleasant. Even if Kristi kept making the cross sign when he looked her way. And so the meal passed without an incident, which was better than the last dinner he’d had with Michael in attendance. As the waitress left after delivering the dessert menu, Stan made his move. He got down on one knee in front of Natalie, repeating to himself like a mantra that this was stupid. Natalie’s eyes widened. Kristi gasped. Michael just sat there with his mouth open.

“Look, girl,” Stan said, clearing his throat. “You’re one of the few people on this Earth that I find tolerable. So…Please stay with me.” Natalie practically tackled him to the ground, starting to sob as she repeated ‘yes’ over and over again.

“Hey, don’t get all weepy on me, girl.” He was still smiling though. Making Natalie smile was worth a little hassle now and again. She was worth tolerating his brother and Kristi. As long as he had her, he was content.



Michael, of course, did not let him live it down for weeks afterwards, talking about how soft his brother had become. Stan might have punched him at least once for that. He’d promised to try and be civil. He was trying.

joyedtobeforlorn  asked:

also rosejade? Or arafef?

uh this is hard. I’m going to do rosejade, for now, just because I have more coherent thoughts on them.

Who said “I love you” first
Rose would say that she had. Jade would say that she’s the one who said it first, actually!!! Rose would say that the question means, like, really saying “I love you”. Jade would say that she knows! Rose would say that saying “I love you” practically as punctuation whenever they were talking doesn’t count. Jade would ask why not? She really meant it each and every time she said it! Rose would ask really? Jade would say of course! Why would she say something if she didn’t mean it? Jade would ask what Rose thought Jade had meant. Rose would say she doesn’t know, and try to change the subject. (But when she thinks Jade isn’t looking, she would stare at her wonderingly.)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
We’ve seen Rose’s desktop background. If she doesn’t have a face-mash of her girlfriend and an eldrich horror as her lockscreen, I will be severely disappointed.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Jade does so, all the time! She usually forgets she’s left them, though, and Rose comes back to five messages, all saying the same thing, written on top of each other.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts
Rose. She always insists that they are not cheesy, Jade, but- I’m sorry, Rose, conversation hearts written in eldrich tongues are still conversation hearts and you are utterly ridiculous. How much more stereotypically cheesy can you get?

Who initiated the first kiss
I was going to say Jade- but honestly, probably Rose. Rose is objectively Very Gay and Jade is Very Beautiful and Rose might have to kiss her to distract her from her own objectively terrible pick-up lines.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning
DEFINITELY Jade. Rose takes too long to wake up! Jade wants to go out and face the day!!! Rose needs to get up too!!! Rose why are you covering your head with a pillow and not listening to her? Of course these aren’t just residual habits from being Bec Jade just wants you to get up!!!!!

Who starts tickle fights
Usually Jade, but when Rose starts them, Jade is always super happy- it means Rose is comfortable enough to open up to her!

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Honestly? Probably Rose. She does so very dramatically.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Both of them! If Jade does do, it’s either because she made something really cool with something she grew out because she’s found a good roti place nearby. Rose doesn’t really cook, but she does sometimes steal Jade in the middle of the day to try out a new restaurant.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Rose. Jade wasn’t really worried at all! She liked Rose and Rose liked her and she was sure everything would work out fine! Rose agreed- but only in theory. Jade managed to distract her from her anxiety during the evening, however, and by the time the date was over, Rise was as snarky and verbose as ever.

Who kills/takes out the spiders
Rose- Jade’s lived on an island with no adult supervision for her whole life. Even that one time that Rose found a spider as big as her hand, Jade was barely phased. (well it means there are that many fewer flies rose!)

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
Neither of them really drink.

SQW day 7 - Sugar (Creator’s choice)

Hello everyone! I can’t believe this Swan Queen Week is already over! For my last entry, I’ve decided on a cooking class AU; I wanted to something short and fun and sweet, and I really hope you like it! As usual, I own nothing but the words I write and the situations I think of.

I’d like to take a second to thank all of you who took the time to read, like and/or reblog my posts this week. It means the world to me, so thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I hope you all had a great SQW! Keep rocking, Swen lovelies!

“So ladies – and gentlemen too, of course – you’ll pair up now, and try to reproduce the recipe! I’ll move around to see how you’re doing.” The cooking class instructor, Mary Margaret, had an overly cheerful smile on her face as she said that. Regina looked around and sighed as she saw the young woman who was walking towards her, with a hopeful expression. In the three weeks since the class started, Regina had not really made friends with anyone, but not from lack of trying. She simply wasn’t a people’s person. However, she was pretty good at cooking, but the woman walking towards her couldn’t be trusted with a pot of water and Regina wasn’t in the mood for someone to ruin her culinary efforts.

“Hi, Regina!” God, she even sounded too cheerful to be real.

“Hello, Ms Swan. You look well today.”

“Thanks! You look good too! I mean-” Emma blushed deeply. She had a tendency to embarrass herself by speaking without thinking first, and while Regina usually enjoyed making fun of her for it, today was not the day. They’d better start getting to work on this peach cobbler.

Regina started assigning tasks to Emma, instructing her to do the simplest things like fetch sugar and wash the fruit. It soon appeared that Emma was even incapable of doing so: she dropped the peaches at least three times and got the wrong kind of sugar and flour. Twice.

“Miss Swan, are you trying to drive me insane or are you just incredibly incompetent to be trusted with even the simplest tasks?”

Emma raised her arms in surrender, dropping the peaches once more. Luckily, this time they scattered on the countertop and did not land on the floor. “Wow, Regina! Are you sure it wasn’t the anger management class you should have signed up for?”

Regina whipped around, her eyes throwing daggers and holding the knife in her hand so tight her phalanges blanched. Emma immediately took a step back, eyes on the knife.

“You don’t know anything about me, Miss Swan, so how about you shut up and let me cook, so you don’t end up butchering yet another recipe?” Regina snapped.

As Regina went on to peel and cut the peaches, Emma remained completely silent and stared at the tip of her shoes. When Regina dropped the knife, Emma quickly took it and washed it, placing it back in the drawer in record time.

“I’m sorry if what I said upset you, Regina.”

Regina huffed but didn’t reply, her eyes trained on her mixing bowl.

“You’re right; I don’t know anything about you. Why did you sign up for this class? You’re by far the best cook in here, so I don’t really see what you’re here to learn…” When Regina kept quiet, Emma went on. “I’m here because my roommate forced me. She signed me up, and she actually drives me here every week to make sure I attend the classes. Ruby says I can’t be trusted in a kitchen, and she’s right. I one almost set the house on fire by heating chili up in the microwave, but how was I supposed to know microwaves can set cardboard on fire?”

Regina burst out in laughter. It was so unexpected, and Emma realized she’d never heard the other woman laugh before then.

“You… You set fire to your microwave? I feel so bad for your roommate!” Regina wiped her eyes when she stopped laughing. “I have a son, and her just started kindergarten. With Henry at school, I had way too much free time on my hands and needed adult conversation. This class was the only one I could fit in my schedule where we could still sign up.”

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me, then. It doesn’t help much with the ‘adult conversation’ thing.”

Regina wanted to reply something along the lines of “I’ll learn to live with that”, but Mary Margaret seemed to materialize next to their counter.

“So, how are you two doing? How is that cobbler coming along?”

Mary Margaret was an incredibly cheerful, optimistic and energetic woman, and she drove Regina crazy. She answered her questions as quickly as possible without looking rude, just so that Mary Margaret would leave. Emma smiled as Regina gave an impressive eye roll while the instructor looked away.

“I feel you. Mary Margaret is nice, but she needs to chill. She’s way too intense and… happy all the time! It would drive me insane if I had to see her every day.” Emma said.

A sly smile formed on Regina’s lips. “Well then, Miss Swan, it looks like we can agree on something after all. Maybe we can get along…”

“Of course we can! Worst case scenario, I’ll at least have as much conversation as your son.” She passed Regina the butter before going on. “Do you have time for a coffee after class? We could… get to know each other some more? And wow, that sounded even lamer than I thought it would.”

Regina looked at Emma, silently surveying her. She then smiled and nodded. “Okay, Emma. I have time. Now pass the sugar.”

I Have Never

Okay so I had this idea that got stuck in my head and although it is Bones related it’s kinda about your friendship with Scotty.  Anyway, have a read and let me know what you think.  All feedback appreciated.

This is also to cheer up @bkwrm523 after a shocker of a day. xx

Characters: Scotty, Reader, Kirk

Summary: Challenging a Scott and a charmer to a drinking game might not be the best idea, you never know what secrets you might spill.

Word Count: 1055 words

Originally posted by robstenkr

‘I have never…’  Scotty paused and looked cautiously at his companions before grinning. ‘… not worn underwear when in uniform.’ Kirk raised his glass and took a swig, raising his eyebrows when he saw you do the same.  

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anonymous asked:

Hello I'd like to ask if you can post the Nordics trying to cheer up their S/O after they had a really bad and stressful day at school. (I've been having a lot of those lately and I could use some cheering up). Thank you, your blog is amazing (and honestly when I am stressed out I usually read your headcanons).

(Hello, I am so sorry I am late with this, I wish I would have gotten this done sooner. But if you ever have a bad day in the future, I hope this post helps you out a little, love)

APH Denmark: He would do everything and anything to get their mind off of school for at least a little while. Some days it would be some kind of huge, fun plan, and others it would be something small to make them smile. He might have some danish pastries waiting on the kitchen able to share with them while the they talk about their days. But he also might have a giant plan to go to an amusement part or something. It would always be a total surprise. If they had any homework contributing to stress, he would try his best to help, but don’t count on it too much :P It’s the thought that counts, right?

APH Finland: The nice thing about Finland is that he would always be willing to sit with his S/O and allow them to vent about all of your school problems. It would be like an after school therapy session, in a way. If they were having any problems with the schoolwork he would do everything he could to help them with it. But he would try to make it somewhat fun and stress free, so that they could kind of get a mental break while at the same time being productive. 

APH Sweden: Like Finland, he would let his S/O vent about everything as soon as they walked in the door. He is the type of person that seems to listen rather than talk, and would genuinely care about their issues. I feel like he would try his best to keep the house stress free for them when they got home. The fireplace would be lit, the atmosphere would be inviting, and he might even have a little treat them (that Finland might or might not have made). Though it isn’t much, it would still be plenty to make his S/O feel better after a rough day.

APH Iceland: Ha. Ha. Okay. So before I get to what he would do, I want to share another head canon about him first. For some reason I get this thought that when he is overly stressed from being a country and all, he makes him self a stress blanket burrito and will lay wrapped in it for the rest of the night in front of the tv or something. If his S/O came home feeling as stressed as he does, I think he would be ever so kind as to invite them into his blanket burrito with him. The contact and the comfort alone would be enough to destress them, and  it would also be some nice quality time full of sarcasm and dorky jokes.

APH Norway: Something tells me that he also gets really stressed out during the day, so he and his S/O would find themselves winding down together. They would never do anything too extravagant, but it would still be nice. Norway would usually be fine with whatever his S/O needed to do to destress, whether it was a nice walk outside or a bubble bath. He would be the best Nordic to help with any horrible homework they brought home, and would be able to calmly and easily teach them how to do everything. He would be able to make studying so easy, there would be hardly any stress.


I was tagged by @edngyma​, I’m bored so cheers. :p
Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!  

a - age: Too fucking old. Or 37. The clue is in my url.

b - biggest fear: Spiders. Balloons. Balloons filled with spiders. Motherfuck why would I even think such a thing.

c - current time: 22.09

d - drink you last had: Hot chocolate.

e - every day starts with: I pee. Who the fuck doesn’t pee first thing?

f - favorite song: I’ve never been able to answer this. >.<

g - ghosts, are they real: “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

h - hometown: Chesterfield.

i - in love with: Good writing.

j - jealous of: I rarely get jealous of people. Assburgers I guess. I get jealous of things. It’s hard to explain.

k - killed someone: It’s a possibility.

l - last time you cried: Can’t actually remember.

m - middle name: Hahaha fuck off.

n - number of siblings: None.

o - one wish: That dumblr would fix this fucking freezing gif issue. One month of emails and they’re finally ‘passing it on to the engineers’ yay. Also Edward Nygma covered in blood. Simple tastes you know?

p - person you last called/texted: Riss.

q - questions you’re always asked: *Insert generic medical question here*

r - reasons to smile: Meeting mah cupcake in April! :3 Also Eddie’s Riddler attire. April is gonna be a mess of ovaries and entrails.

s - song last sang: I’m on an Arctic Monkeys binge atm and I was singing along to From the Ritz to the Rubble earlier. Fun fact: I went to school with the dude who directed the video to Fake Tales of San Francisco.

t - time you woke up: 9 I think.

u - underwear color: Black.

v - vacation destination: NYC in May.

w - worst habit: I pick the shit out of everything. Skin, hair, nails, lips. I’m a constant fidgeter. I usually have to have a rubber band or a piece of blu-tack just to occupy my hands when I’m watching TV or whatever.

x - x-rays you’ve had: Just teeth.

y - your favorite food: Sushi.

z - zodiac sign: Virgo.

tagging: whoever the fuck!

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let’s raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that’s mixed with suicide
Everything red Please, won’t you push me for the last time
Let’s scream until there’s nothing left
So sick of playing, I don’t want this anymore
The thought of you’s no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I’ll be one
Because enough’s enough, we’re done You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late Scream until there’s nothing left
So sick of playing, I don’t want to anymore
The thought of you’s no fucking fun
You want a martyr I’ll be one
Because enough’s enough, we’re done You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We’ll start a new revolution now
(Now! Alright here we go) Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war!
Fuck with this new beat
Oh! Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well but this ain’t a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now
We’d rather die than live to rust on the ground
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Stay Close To Me

hello @maitimel!! i realize now, as i’m reading this over, that i didn’t quite write what you had asked for, though i tried my best and had a lot of fun with this. i’m used to writing angst, so writing fluff was a bit difficult for me, though it was a welcome change from the monotonous sadness of my other works. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it~ happy valentine’s day!!

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Word Count: 2,899
Rating: T
Genres: fluffy angst
Warnings: language; mentions of alcohol, food, exams

Synopsis: Phil can handle the rain as long as Dan’s there to warm him up again. pastel!phil/punk!dan

Written for my fave @itsjustmehb as a ‘congrats’ kind of a fic and also just a ‘you’re great’ kind of a fic. Was originally inspired by the downpours we had last week; they’re scheduled to start again tomorrow, so that should be fun!

Not real; read more here. Don’t reblog and tag Dan or Phil, cheers.

They’re fourteen, and Dan’s drawing on his arm with the blue pen that Phil loaned to him three days ago and will never see again.

He isn’t old enough to get a tattoo yet, so instead he inks in the designs he dreams of with pen in classes, while Phil is doing his work for him, and Dan is lost in a world of intricate patterns and shapes that have meaning.

They eat lunch together like they do every day, and head outside, only to find that the heavens have opened. Dan isn’t wearing his blazer, because when does he ever follow uniform rules, and the raindrops attack his temporary artwork. Rivulets of blue run down his arm and stain the rolled up sleeve of his shirt.

Phil sighs and pulls him under some shelter, but Dan just laughs, laughs and tells Phil just to relax and laugh with him.

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Cause @it-s-un-natural-super and @fightmebucky challenged me. Sorry it took me so long to reply. 

R U L E S: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 21

b - biggest fear: rejection or abandonment, and I don’t like being under water

c - current time:  4pm

d - drink you last had: coke

e - every day starts with: dragging myself out of bed. After that it’s a really good vegan berry smoothie for breakfast to cheer myself up

f - favorite song:  Weak by AJR, and Believer by Imagine Dragons

g - ghosts, are they real: I’m not convinced

h - hometown: nowhere special

i - in love with: knitting

j - jealous of: people with energy

k - killed someone: right now the only thing I’m killing is my patience for reading Freud

l - last time you cried: it was close a few days ago, but before that it was sometimes in october I think

m - middle name: Jenny

n - number of siblings:  one

o - one wish: I wish I had a tardis

p - person you last called/texted: my mum

q - questions you’re always asked: How are you?

r - reasons to smile: Friends, inspiring conversations, second hand shops, good books, cats, hot chocolate. Realizing that life isn’t so bad after all. 

s - song last sang: Who we are by Imagine Dragons

t - time you woke up: 8:30am

u - underwear color:  black and some weird peach/orange color

v - vacation destination: I’m going to my grandma soon. 

w - worst habit(s):  procrastination

x - x-rays you’ve had: none so far

y - your favorite food: I’m really into vegan stuff right now

z - zodiac Sign:  Virgo

I tag: @cinnamonmish, @life-of-shy-and-sassy, @ofthelord, @amyskhaleesi, @stanseb, @temptingdean

@moonlight-lyrics asked:  Can you write me a ship ????  Maybe a Harry Potter one …or Phandom one :) I have many fandoms and its kinda difficult to choose :) :)  Maybe a dan and phil with a hogwarts au :) :)  You are the best :)

I would consider it an honor to write you such an interesting ship, Internet Sister!


Originally posted by brightphil

Mr. Adorable Sunshine saw Miss Adorable Sunshine (maybe even Mrs. one day?) on your second day of school at Hogwarts. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had Potions class together. He quietly found himself staring across the cold dungeon classroom at you for half the class. But Phil didn’t have the bravery to go up to you.

You met properly at a Quidditch game—Slytherin vs Hufflepuff. Phil wasn’t coordinated enough to play on the team so he was cheering in the stands, rooting for his House with his Slytherin best friend standing next to him—when, in a moment of excitement, he threw his hands up in the air…

And whacked you in the nose.

“I am so sorry!” he began. His face turned bright red when he realized it was you that he hit—the gorgeous Ravenclaw from Potions class. You told him it was no big deal and that it didn’t hurt too badly, and weren’t even lying.

That was the beginning of a close friendship that lasted for years.

But that friendship turned into something more in your fifth year, when Phil finally got up the courage to ask you out—exhorted by his best friend, of course, who just wanted to see you two happy. Phil caught your arm as you were leaving Charms to ask if you’d like to accompany him to the Yule Ball. You could admit that you’d been waiting for that question for weeks, but you kept the teasing smirk to yourself and gave him a very enthusiastic response that you’d love to.

The night of the Yule Ball, it was Christmastime, and there’s a tradition that couples standing under the mistletoe have to kiss. Dan, Phil’s Slytherin best friend, knew the tradition and happened to have a gift for conjuring. But to this day he would swear that he had no idea where the mistletoe over your and Phil’s heads came from.

Your first kiss with Phil was a very quick but sweet one. Really it was more of a “Let’s get this over with and move out from under the mistletoe” kiss.

Not that either of you were complaining.

A few weeks after the Yule Ball, during the Second Task when all the champions were under the lake, you and Phil got to have a proper, “I’ve fallen in love with you and I can’t stay away from you” kiss in the back of the crowds where no one—not even Dan—could really see you.

The two of you stayed together even after you both graduated from Hogwarts.

Originally posted by plantyphil

You are precious and so is Phil. This was so much fun to write!

I’m so happy right now! I feel like everything is looking up! I feel so good. Maybe it’s cause I smashed this beer? But regardless I’ve been dancing and feeling good and honestly god damn I had this terrible ridiculous fight with my bestie about feelings and tbh fuck all that I don’t have time. One day I’m gonna find someone who recognizes that I am super fun and can be super hot and I will be consistently into them cause they’ll also be super fun and hot and also smart and also caring and also into something cool that I can cheer them on about! (I’m good at being a cheerleader tbh). And anyway whatever the fuck went on with us, we both need space if we want to be friends. And yeah. Idk call me old fashioned but but one day somebody will recognize that I’m fun and hot despite all my god damn terrible flaws. So yeah I’m gonna go hike in the wilderness and figure out how to keep hiking in the wilderness. And I want to be a mentor. And I want to find direction in my life. And I want to be a better friend. And I don’t feel bad about being hard to read with my emotions because I knew I’d get turned down and I was protecting my heart and its better it played out this way. We both know where we stand. We both feel betrayed. But neither of us are heart broken and we’re gonna be ok.

<p>[@shyxgruntxaustin and I have like seven threads already all of them waiting on me but they had a bad day so time for MORE. Go love them while I attempt to cheer them up with rp.]

Ula'Ula Island had the greatest variety of weather in Alola. Usually all near the mountain, but it snowed, it rained, it hailed and the sun shone wild as ever. That meant that now and then ever-rainy Po Town got cold. Why else do you think so many grunts wear jackets? Personal preference? Don’t be silly. Grunts don’t have feelings.

But with Admin duties involving making sure everyone was cozy and no one froze to death on the one cold as dicks day of the year, Loch had made sure every room had blankets and sheets and everyone was snuggles up with cocoa and tea and coffee made by some others. Quite a few had packed into the game room, the combination of fun, shared body heat, and and heat from computers and consoles running multiplayer games on shockingly good wi-fi making the room a popular choice to hide out in.

Loch, however, had found Austin by himself in his room, door cracked to the sight of the tall blanket lump, wriggling and shifting to try and keep as much of himself under the blanket as possible. Must suck being so tall. Circulation probably sucked too.

“It’s warmer with company, you know.” Loch offered, cloaked in a blanket himself, a rubber band securing it closed around him like a cape.