i have been waiting all week to post this


6.6.17  ♡  33/100 days of productivity

Went to an aerial yoga class yesterday and boi I’m dying. It was really fun though I can’t wait to do it again. I’m happy that I’ve been productive everyday ever since school ended last week. And I still need to finish packing for tomorrow because I’m gonna be on vacation for a month, which also means I won’t be able to post much. Have a great summer y’all!


Thanks for all the kind comments! I can’t believe any of you put up with me making these let alone encourage me to do them <3

Part two of three! Part one here / part three here!

Hi everyone! It’s that time of year again! :)

A few years back someone organized an Les Mis fan week titled Les Mis Across History, where the goal was to generate more historical AUs beyond the canon and modern eras. Dozens of fan works from fanfictions to fan art to cosplay were created and it was a lot of fun!

It has since been absent from the calendar, but this year I’ve decided to bring it back!

So the concept is this:

Everyone who wants to be involved creates some kind of fan work for a Les Mis historical AU. All kinds of fan works are welcome from head canons to cosplays to fanfiction and fan art and more! The only catch is that it cannot be set in the canon era or be a traditional modern AU. Otherwise everything is open for play!

So if you’ve been thinking of writing a Song of Achilles E/R AU, a Feuilly-centric Russian Revolution AU, Jehan Prouvaire as a beat poet, or anything else for a while then now would be the time to do it!! 

The fan week will take place the week of April 23rd to the 29th, and I will be tracking the tag ‘Les Mis Across History’ and archiving everyone’s posts here!

Have fun and can’t wait to see what you all create!!


31.12.2016  🎊 🎉

Happy New Year’s Eve! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far (*^▽^*) While 2016 hasn’t been a very good year (to me at least ;_;) , let’s keep walking forward to 2017 with a renewed sense of hope and aspirations for the future! And as we look back on the memorable(be it good or bad) events that have happened over the past year, take some time to learn from our past mistakes, at the same time cherish what we have (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ 

sorry for the long caption btw lol  Here’s the first spread in my 2017 bujo, I think y’all can tell that I couldn’t wait to start using it HAHAHA c: heavily inspired by one of the books I’ve read this week - Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe - one of the best books i’ve read this year(or even in my life tbh) go check it out!!  Somehow i’ve been feeling sad the past week (it just came all of a sudden idek) but hopefully this feeling goes away soon :”)) 

i’ve been thinking about this for two weeks now and i know i will never have the time to actually get this au done unless i wait like… after i do two other multi-chapters (so like a year or two basically) but JUST HEAR ME OUT. long post. because do you really expect anything different from me at this point??? i’ve thought the whole thing out. this is basically a story outline rather than a prompt. lakjfhlkhj. guys.


(Do I have your attention?)

Emma and Henry move into this old house on the outskirts of this sleepy little town, Storybrooke, so that they can be closer to the woman who helped Emma get back on her feet a decade prior, Mary Margaret, Henry’s honorary aunt. The house is massive and could use some serious work but they got it dirt cheap because of some town myth that something terrible happened there to the original owners who lived there 200 years ago. Legend has it that there were strange, terrifying goings-on in the town for weeks, nothing anyone can prove though aside from some hokey old newspaper clippings hanging up in Granny’s Diner. Emma takes it all with a grain of salt. Henry thinks it’s awesome.

They slowly settle in, unpacking very gradually. Emma and Mary Margaret spend a lot of time trying to clean up the dusty, cobwebbed mess of the long-closed house while Henry escapes to explore. He startles when he hears something odd. The sound leads him to the attic, which is still stocked with countless items from those who lived there prior, stuff he can’t wait to dig into. But first he has to figure out what that noise is, and he’s excited when he comes across a fancy, but worn, leather box that has “Once Upon A Time” scrawled across the top. The noises stop. It’s a board game. Definitely something he can get behind after all the work they’ve been doing to the house.

He takes the game downstairs to his mom and MM and begs them to take a break and play a little, and they relent. The game comes with vague sort of instructions, that whichever player reaches the end first wins, yada yada, maybe a reference to happily ever afters being harder to seize than one would think. So they start.

And things get. Crazy.

I’m talking… beanstalks curling around the house and an ogre trying to break through and flying monkeys invading the town and fairies casting spells and magic beans opening portals and the Dark One coming after them.

And, of course, towards the beginning one of Emma’s rolls conjures a man from within the game. It’s Captain fucking Hook, or, as he explains to her, Killian Jones – the original owner of Emma’s home. The only reason Emma, Mary Margaret, and Henry survive as they do is because they have Killian to guide them through the chaos. He’s closed off, but opens up slowly as they go on, particularly to Emma.

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Rainy Days- A BATIM Fic

I have waited literally all day to post this. But yeah, literally for the last week it’s been rainy and dreary and while I normally love the rain, I had to go out in the rain and work, which is not fun. Anyways, another fic in @doodledrawsthings Hell’s Studio AU, about the first time the toons saw rain and I fudged the timeline a bit so they could all do it together because I like the trio together discovering things and it’s my story so :P. Anyways, enjoy!

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((OOC: over 100 shows played, over four months away and its all over. 

This week has been surreal, hectic and exhausting, whilst also managing to be exactly what I needed. I just want to get soppy for a moment because this man is one of the most ambitious, considerate, hilarious, ridiculous and all round beautiful people I have ever met and I’m so glad to have him home until September <3 

Thank you guys for putting up with my  hiatus’ and sending all of the super sweet asks, after tomorrow I’ll be back to being a full time nerd *excited flailing* 

Side note: Matt and I are literally spending the night in an airport in Milan tonight because we are flying home for my goddaughters birthday and didn’t think to book a hotel soo if you have any questions for the both of us I’m going to see if i can convince him to come online later *fingers crossed*

The Most Annoying Types of Theme Park Patrons

1. “Do you know who I am!?” VIP, Celebrity, and other snobs.

I don’t care if you are a Platinum Level, VIP, Ambassador Annual Super Elite, “Zeig Heil” Member. It doesn’t entitle you to trespass in employee only areas of the park, to blatantly break out rules, cut in all lines such as food or the bathroom, stay on that island past dusk, or cut in line for the character meet and greets. Nor does it give you the right to be abusive to our staff.

2. Idiots who use Flash Photography, Laser Pointers, and more on Dark Rides

There is a special place in hell for these buffoons.

3. The Rules Don’t Apply To Me/US

The rules are there for YOUR SAFETY. You don’t need to use a selfie stick on a high speed ride, you don’t need to get out of the cart and mess around in the scenery, we are forced to stop the ride and wrangle wayward customers/guests back to the car or out the emergency exit (and out of the park) when they do dumb stunts like that. You don’t need to stand up in the log flume ride.

If you know how to use a seat belt when driving or riding in a car, then you should know how to use one when in an amusement park ride. They’re the same design! Buckle up! Those aren’t there for decoration! Falling out of the ride will mess up your clothes worse than a seat belt or safety harness wrinkling them.

Don’t eat, drink, or smoke on the rides. My brother had a friend with him on a certain indoor, in the dark, space themed roller coaster when his derwood friend opened a soda can halfway through the ride, despite my brother telling him “Augh! Don’t open tha-a-a…!” Soda everywhere. My brother’s friend got booted out of the park, my brother got a stern warning and threatened with being kicked out if he messed up like that.

4. The Oblivious Wanderer/Blocker

You are in a crowded public place, sit down if you want to check your phone, don’t stand in the parade route, don’t walk into other people’s photos, don’t walk into the meet and greet queue and ruin people’s good time. Don’t get angry if people run into you or you run into other people just because you were too stupid to be aware of your surroundings.

5. The Know Nothings

“Where can I get a soda!?” A guest asks while in the refreshments line.

“What park am I at!?”

“Wait, the park is closing in an hour!? I just got here!”

All nonsense spouted by people too lazy to read the website, read their ticket, or to check the map/guides provided for them in every language, or even the signs posted for them.

6. The Know It Alls

These wannabe tour guides can be a little annoying. It’s one thing if it’s a private conversation between your family, or friends to speak of an esoteric fact about a theme park or its history, but you don’t need to loudly brag your knowledge about it in line to everyone or to tell us all what we knew already. We know there is a basketball court inside of the top of that mountain!

7. The Scooter and Stroller Thugs

These people who use scooters despite not needing them really irritate me. There are people who do need them but can’t rent them because you were too lazy to walk or stand. Those scooters and wheelchairs are for the truly disabled or the elderly, not for lazy slugs who don’t want to walk or stand. Those are SCOOTERS, not a crowd battering ram.

The stroller thugs are horrible as well. Great example to set for your kids like that. I don’t blame the kids, but I do blame the parents.

8. The Litterbugs

I don’t care if you paid to get in like everyone else. Littering shows that you have no respect for others. Someone could slip on that and get hurt. Would you want us the park workers to come into your home and toss trash down like that!? There’s a thing called a trash can. We have them all over the parks. Use them.

9. The Whiners:

“But we’ve been waiting ALL DAY to have our picture taken with that character! We waited all week to do this, we have been with our kids all week to ride that ride here or so that the kids can take their picture with that character!”

Ya, amusement parks POST SCHEDULES for meet and greets, and for any rides that are out of service for the day! If you were here at this park every day all week, why didn’t you ride that ride or meet and pose for a photo with that character EARLIER, if it was that important!?

I myself was a “face character” at a certain theme park in socal that is synonymous with expensive and associated with a certain rodent. I wore a short green dress, blonde wig, and wings. I posed with families for photos, and when my meet and greet time was up, the latecomers would demand that I come back and pose with them, but I politely declined, as did the 2 staff/cast members who accompanied me.

10. The Obnoxious Groups:

Grad Night has its share of good and bad schools. There was one local school near where my brother and I grew up that got banned for 5 years from Grad Night at one local theme park after the students shoplifted some stuffed animals. Way to ruin it for everyone for 5 years.

Sometimes groups from other countries don’t realize that you shouldn’t change your clothes in public while waiting in line, and that there are bathrooms in the amusement parks, but the parks themselves ARE NOT A BATHROOM.

Not all youth group members are bad, but when they have some bad apples in the bunch, they really have some doozies. These miscreants who are members of youth groups are the types that go to these meetings for the heat/AC or for the snacks and fun outings, they tag along on youth group meetings and on outings unless it’s for community service activities, these brats cause so much trouble, and give their youth group a bad name. Some of them get banned from the youth group outings or from the youth groups altogether if they misbehave too often, but my point is that the youth groups need to tell their members BEFORE going on excursions to behave themselves.


Disclaimer: Mashima doesn’t give us a Gray POV, then I’ll write ‘em. That said, he still owns full rights to Gray Fullbuster, not I.

[Set in Chapter 453]

Prompt: Answer

Gray walked on the familiar streets of Magnolia, taking in the familiar sights but his mind was elsewhere; thoughtful. Mavis’s story about her and Zeref left him a lot to think about. The war with Zeref and his Spriggans are looming in sight, it is now or he will never finish off what his father couldn’t and bestowed on him to complete.

Yet when he heard her sniffling, saying between sobs, “Mavis-san has to fight the person she loves.” Gray was reminded yet again of Juvia.

She was another person he had yet to be resolute with. Gray didn’t like seeing her distressed, but she went to the heart of Mavis’s hurt. It’s not like he isn’t aware of her feelings for him, or his for her. But what happened to Mavis and Zeref won’t happen. Not to her, to him. Them.

So he asked her if she could meet him at the balcony. He wanted to reassure her. It will help him focus, knowing she would be close. She had blushed, a moment of surprise on her face, and told him she’ll meet him there. It amused him that despite all that she bravely proclaims about her feelings, she can be the complete opposite of that with him. He smirks a little, looking at her gently. “’Kay, see you later.”

They, no, he, can’t pretend he doesn’t care anymore. Nor can he continue to brush or deny his feelings. Not after living together for six months, missing her for six months, or…

“Juvia is waiting for you, bastard!”

He never replied to Natsu when they found him in Avatar. What Natsu scowled at him for constantly served as a reminder. He knew Juvia was waiting for him. He only found out later that the rain came back during that wait. It cut him deep that he was the reason for the cause this time.

The rain was no longer there when they met, but she is still waiting.

Waiting for his answer.

The stint in Avatar was never meant to take as long as it did, and he would have willingly blown his cover to be by her side.

“Just let me at least tell her that I’ll return, Erza!” he shouted, for what he thought was close to begging. Gray hated sounding like that.

“This mission is of utmost secrecy, Gray. Like I keep saying, we – you – can’t tell her.”

Talking to Erza has been like talking to a wall, she doesn’t seem to understand, “And I keep telling you! She took down dark guilds before, what risks are there!?”

“Juvia is not the one I’m worried about.”

Erza’s response left him dumbfounded, “Huh?”

Erza smiled knowlingly. He can’t see her, but her voice did, “Your feelings, Gray. I’m glad you seem to have sorted that out,” she paused knowing he might interrupt, when he didn’t she continued, “but those feelings would be their weapon. I’d hate to see you – both of you – experience the cost and live with the guilt.”

So he didn’t contact her, begrudgingly. He missed her. He was relieved at seeing her again, hearing her voice, having her close. But his absence left scars on both of them. He had to fix this.

“As long as Gray-sama is fine, Juvia is happy.”

But she’s not. He knows. The bitterness and things left unsaid behind her bright, smiling facade. He said he will be with her, but he had gone and broken that promise… His hands clenched in to fists at the thought.

Before he realised, he had already brought himself to the place he frequented for Caramade Franks. That bore many memories, including the one with her.

As they were walking back to the guild from another mission they had together, Juvia pointed to the Camarade Franks, “Gray-sama, what are those?”

“Hm? They’re Camarade Franks! It’s pretty good!” It was his favourite bite to get if he was starved. The sauce with the meat and bread were great on an empty stomach.

“Ca..ramade Franks?” the term seems foreign on her tongue, and she looked puzzled.

Gray was shocked, “What? You mean you’ve never had them before?”

“It’s Juvia’s first time seeing something like this….”

“Then we gotta let you try one! My treat!”

“Wha-? No, no, no! Juvia can’t impose on Gray-sama’s kindness like this!”

“What are you talking about? Friends treat each other to things right?”

Whatever he had said seemed to have made her tongue-tied.


He remembers the expression she had, he couldn’t admit it, at least not back then and definitely not willingly, that he found it cute. He had never met someone who was quite like her. Passionate in her emotions and all that she does, forgiving, and extending her kindness to others – especially to him.

Gray absent-mindedly took change out of his pockets for the energy bar, before walking out again. As soon as he saw the familiar balcony where Erza had told him to be clear with his feelings, his thoughts went back to her again.

He wasn’t sure he deserved all her attention and affections. He tried to deny how she was making him feel, pushed it to one side, said things to irritate or push her away, but she didn’t yield. One way or another, she had walked in to his heart and calmed the cold storm raging inside.

“The person who killed the necromancer controlling your father….”

She took a deep breath and her shoulders shook as she tried to say the words, tears rolling down her face… It had Gray anxious, how did she know about Silver? Could she have….

“Was Juvia.”

Thinking back, he hadn’t known how to respond, he wanted to tell her, no thank her for what she did, but she had continued, as if she had been wanting to get it off her chest for a long time…

“Ju-Juvia doesn’t think she can love Gray-sama any longer…”


He had walked towards her, a mess of a boy that lost everything. He grabbed her coat, only managing another “you” as he literally and desperately held on to his last line of hope – her.

She had saved him again. The one that’s supposed to have fulfilled his father’s final wish. Even when he was supposed to be the one protecting her. The one that….Couldn’t fight the lump in his throat anymore, he had rested his head on her chest and tears wetting her coat, his shoulders shaking, and said repeatedly, “Thank you… I’m sorry.”

He didn’t protect her. That can’t happen again. They need to stick together this time in the war. He’ll make sure of it. He’d unwrapped the energy bar and took a bite out of it. It’s nearing the time they had arranged to meet.

“Gray-sama?” Gray reached his decision just as Juvia called him. He won’t make her wait again. She’s been waiting patiently all this time. He will give her his answer.


I am sooo sorry this last drabble took so long. Post-Camp Nano meant I had a month from hell because it’s also end-of-school-year madness. Final school week is on the horizon and I will have a lot more time on my hands. I know this is a favourite moment of the Gruvia relationship for a lot of us, so I hope this cheers you up! ^^ As always, how was the drabble? Too short? Just right? Hated it? Loved it? Let me know your thoughts! ^^

Response to Gruvia Week prompts 2016: Memory | Eyes | Family | Vacation | Sounds | Fear | Answer I should’ve done this with all the drabbles to this series on Tumbls but we learn!!

FFNet link (starts from prompt 1!)

Future Makeup Artist // Jackson Wang (Got7)

Description: You’re visiting a friend in Korea, who happens to be a makeup artist for Got7. One day you’re bored so you go to work with her and you hit it off with Jackson.

Type: Fluff?

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2467

Requested: Yes

Can i get a scenario of Jackson where like your visiting Korea because your friend works there as a make up artist for some famous idols, and like one day your bored so you go to work with your friend and meet some of the people she does make up for and it happens to be got7 and you and Jackson start to hit it off? Tysm in advance!

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Hope you’re taking care of yourselves. I wanted to apologize again for not posting at all for the past week. I’ve had terrible migraines, you know the ones that make you feel really dizzy and nauseous? Yeah, I’ve had those. I think I might need my vision checked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

I’ve only edited this a couple times, I’ll probably edit it again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We have been cleared to land at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea. We will be landing in approximately 10 minutes.Thank you.”

Fastening my seatbelt, I waited rather impatiently for the plane to land. I was eager to finally get off of this 14 hour flight that I had to take in order to get to Seoul. My best friend, Leigh-Ann moved to South Korea last year after graduating college to pursue a career as both a makeup artist and a stylist. Having not seen her in almost a whole year, I decided that I would come visit her while I was taking a semester off of school. Before boarding my flight, I talked to Leigh-Ann and she is going to meet me at the airport and take me back to her place, which is where I will be staying during my visit.

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Seventeen going to the Laundromat

Episode 12: Seventeen going to the laundromat to do their laundry because dk broke it a few weeks ago in the SHINee concert episode.

A/N: Finalllyyy I’m sorry for making you all wait, this is procrastination at its finest. So actually i’ve been pretty caught up with school stuff and all :’( it’s the exam period rn now but i will try my best to post another one soon~ :) would love to hear what you all think of my ‘scenarios’ :3 much loveeeee 

Vernon: “Someone tell me again why we’re going to the laundromat when we have a washing machine at home?”

DK: *creeps away* #culpritseokmin

Scoups: “Hmmmm I wonder why….” *glares at hoshi*

Hoshi: “Who? Me?”

Scoups: “Yeah who on earth do you think I’m looking at?”

Joshua: “It better not be Jeonghan”

Jeonghan: “What do you mean it better not be Jeonghan, IT HELLA RIGHT BE ME”

Hoshi: “At first I did wonder if you were looking at me, but then again you looked a little constipated…”

Scoups: “What?”

Hoshi: “You looked constipated”


Hoshi: “But you said what?”

Scoups: “That’s just… ugh never mind why do I even try”

Hoshi: “You need to try to poop so you won’t get constipation coups hyung”


Seungkwan: “it’s not the right time to be talking about you because IF YOU DO NOT HAPPEN TO REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED 20 MINUTES AGO LET ME REFRESH YOUR MEMORIES”

*Twenty minutes ago*

Dino: “Om nom nom nom yummy yummy chicky nuggety” :>

Dino: *tries to bite the nugget but flies off his fork*


Dino: *pouts* TT

Mingyu: “What a waste of food, the five second rule applies to shirts too right?”

Wonwoo: “I want to say no because I don’t want you to eat that…”

Jun: “Then yes its a yes EAT THAT CRUSTY OLD NUGGET!” 

Jeonghan: “Stop blaming everything on my child BOOSEUNGKWAN”


Mingyu: “Mingyu will be the first to start that petition”

*end of flashback*


Vernon: “Oh so that’s what happened? I thought you got into a car accident or something…”

Jeonghan: “Hmph It’s always the right time to be talking about me”


Mingyu: “MINGYU IDEA!!! What happens if I put in my dirty dishes into the washing machines? My dishes will be clean!!”

Wonwoo: “and broken…”

Mingyu: “Mingyu will never have to do dishes again!!” \^^\

Jun: “What a genius, someone give him an award” *rolls eyes*

Vernon: “Dude, there is something called a dishwasher”

Mingyu: “oh…”


Seungkwan: “Probably the baby’s diapers”

Dino: :<  #seungkwanisouttogetchan

Jeonghan: “Oh no my baby did you poop your pants?”

Dino: “I AM NOT A BABY” D:

Jeonghan: “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!!” *rages*

Dino: “I-I erm mean oopsie channie made a poopie”

Jeonghan: “Awwwwww my lil’ baby did his first poopie”

Dino: *internal cries* #helpchan2017


Woozi: “As if the first one wasn’t dumb enough”

Mingyu: “What if I put different fruits inside and if I don’t add detergent, it’ll give me fruit juice!!”

Joshua: “that’s called a blender”


DK: “Question”

Jun: “What dumb question are you going to ask now?”

DK: “How do I use this thingy?”

Jun: “Step one, open. Two, put your dirty clothes inside. Three close- and add detergent. Four, select water cycle. Five, put the coin-”

DK: “Wait-wait-wait hold-on-wait I didn’t catch what you said hyung, can you repeat it again??”

Jun: “One, open. Two put your stinky-ass laundry ins-“

DK: “say what? I got lost at step one”

Jun: *SIGHS* “first open the door”

DK: “wait where’s the door?”

Jun: *walks away*


Mingyu: “I don’t get why we have to go to the laundromat when we could be going to that new bbq restaurant instead”

The8: “Of course typical unhygienic Mingyu rather eat than wash his clothes”

Woozi: “Tall in height, low in hygiene”

DK: “I am very tempted to make a comment”

Woozi: “TRY MEH”

DK: “Low in heig-“

Woozi: *eye twitch* “GET ME MY GUITAR”

Mingyu: “You guys make me sound like I don’t even wash my hands” *frowns*

Vernon: “Won’t be surprised”

Mingyu: “It’s not like you will die if you don’t wash your clothes or have poor hygiene, but you do know you will DIE if you don’t eat, right?”

Wonwoo: “Why does everything that Mingyu says, make sense to me…”

Vernon: “ERM have you perhaps heard of cholera?”

The8: “Dude and you just ate 30 minutes ago, why are you still thinking about more food?”


Joshua: “You are living because of the grace of the lord”

Mingyu: “Okay I think his grace is fading, I can feel myself dying, me needs food NOW!”


DK: “Wow someone woke up on the wrong side of their bed”

Woozi: “You’re lucky that you even woke up from any one side of your bed today my dearest dokyeom, there might not be a tomorrow for you”

DK: “Remind me to lock my bedroom before I sleep tonight”

Woozi: “I may or may not have a hidden copy of the key”



DK: o.o

Jun: “Seokmin did” 0:D

Woozi: “Looks like you’re gonna be dead before we can get home” >:)


DK: “N-No”

Wonwoo: “But I saw you wearing that shirt yesterday”



DK: “Jun hyung didn’t want to teach me how to use the spinny thingy”

The8: “You mean washing machine”

DK: “Yeah that! That spinning washing machine thingy”




DK: “I have a feeling everyone here is out to get me”

Hoshi: “I’m just glad no one is targeting me today” :)


DK: “I erm think you look great in pink, you’ll look really erm mascu-cough-masculine-cough”

Scoups: “You are such a bad liar”

DK: “Ma-Maybe y-you can use it as a rag?”

Scoups: *clenches fist*

DK: “Or or you could just dye or bleach the shirt….?”

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wild-mare-of-prosecution  asked:

Rough days huh? I'm glad you're feeling better. Any time you're not feeling well, or whatever, my inbox is open, and you can always PM me. :3 Be well, stay safe, and have a great weekend. <3

Yeah… I’ve been having a lot of rough days… too many to handle lately. Thank you so much for being patient and caring for me! I really appreciate it! I wrote a small public explanation about some of the things that were bothering me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/11447173  ….but I’ll be back to posting comic pages every Monday starting next week (June 5th)! Thank you everyone for being patient with me and waiting for me to calm down T^T I really appreciate it! THANK YOU! I AM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU ALL!! Stay Miraculous! *throws glitter at everyone* 

It’s Been Years ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Buttercream squad X Kendall Jenner X Justin Bieber

Word Count: 1417

Summary: Jack and reader meet again for the first time in three years, reader meets the rest of the boys as well. 

Requested: Part Three

Not my gif

Originally posted by forame

You and Justin walked into the club judging the clubs to yourselves, you were wear a cute tight white dress that hugged your figure completely and Justin wore a white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. Smirking Justin put his hand near your butt and pushed you towards the stairs, leaning down he whispered in your ear. “Let’s get ourselves something to drink baby.”

Nodding you swayed your way upstairs where a row of booths was placed and bar stretched across the top near the glass window looking out onto the dance floor. Yourself and Justin made your way over to VIP section of the floor to see a few celebrities you had met before, talking to a few before you told Justin you were getting each other a few drinks.

Making your way from the VIP section you noticed a very familiar group of people sitting a few booths away, you stood frozen in your place when your eyes locked with electric blue eyes that haunt your dreams and nightmares.

The electric blue eyes that belonged to Jack Maynard.

You had dreamed of this moment for the past three years, you had dreamed meeting him again when you would have gone home for Christmas but you had been having Christmas with the Biebers. You had dreamed of running into him when you had shoots in London or running into him with interviews, you had dreamed of flying back home and just showing up on his doorsteps in tears.

Three years of dreaming meeting him again and what do you do? Well you did this.

Looking over the shocked face of the younger Maynard, you smirked seeing him practically drown your appearance. Giving him a wink and a small wave you turned your head seeing the older Maynard and the ginger boy you recognised as Josh from Jack’s videos, passing you at just the right time.

“Well. If it isn’t my Conbon.” You watched as Conor froze in his place, while Josh turns to face you with a big smile on his face.

“Um, Hi.” Josh nodded while Conor spun around so fast the drinks fell from his hand.


“Y/N.” Conor breathed pulling you into a hug from which you laughed at.

“That’s me.” You laughed as he spun you around.

“Oh my god I’ve missed you.” Conor muttered into your hair as he pulled away holding you by arm’s length.

“I’ve missed you too Conbon.” You grinned noticed Josh had walked away back to the booth. “I think I should go buy you guys some drinks as well you dropped yours.”

“No, Y/N/N you don’t have to.” Conor protested still holding you at arm’s length.

“It’s my ‘sorry I left three years ago and haven’t come back since’ starter present.” You smiled sadly watching the look of sadness and anger come onto Conor’s face. He went to open his mouth but you dragged him to the bar before he could say anything that would cause shit.

At the bar you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your body like they were trying to melt you into the ground, funnily enough you felt the same feeling on the side of your face while you flirted the bartender into free drinks. Once the bartender left to get your drinks, Conor spoke up. “Why the hell did that come from?

Confused you turned your head towards him, “What?”

“That.” Conor exclaimed his hand flying out towards the bartender whom was undressing your body, “You just word fucked the bartender.”

Laughing you realised Conor hadn’t seen you like this before, “Conbon, I do it all the time.”

Conor’s eyes turned dark and it scared you slightly, “What do you mean?” He demands in the voice he would use when someone was giving you trouble in your younger years.

While Conor was getting very protective over you, you had lit up like a Christmas tree. Conor hated that you used that technique in front of guys that could take advantage of you, but he also knew you hardly went anywhere without Justin and he hoped to god that he would protect you in ways Conor couldn’t have over the years.

“When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no…” You sang causing a grin to appear onto Conor’s face but disappeared in seconds remembering why he was getting riled up.

“Look, Y/N it’s obvious you have changed… a lot. Jack he still believes you’re the same shy quiet girl but your far from it, don’t hurt him again.” Conor shook his head grabbing the tray of drinks, while you grabbed the two vodka cokes for you and Justin. “Please, Y/N don’t hurt him again.”

You turned around locking eyes with the same electric blue ones and turned your head to Conor, “I would never.”

Smiling you and Conor walked back to the table, on your way over you felt the nerves building up in the pit of your stomach but like hell were you going to show it. The closer you got the more you started panic inside, if there was anything you had learned over the years it was not to show any weakness.

Upon arriving at the table everyone went into a shock silence besides Josh, “Hi…again.”

You drank in everyone’s appearance, from Joe to Caspar, Oli, Mikey, Josh and finally Jack. Everyone kind of looked quite shock that you had walked up to the table with Conor whom was laughing at everyone’s reactions, shaking your head you gave the boys a smirk that to them gave one word.


“Boy’s…” You trailed off, “I don’t bite.”

It was like an instant reaction clicked in their minds because they all started saying things at once besides the younger Maynard, raising an eyebrow you looked at Conor who was laughing like there was no tomorrow.

However, they all stopped like you had pressed a pause button and stared at something behind you. Confused you went to turn around but stilled when you felt to arms snake around your waist and someone kissing your neck, smiling you through your head back on Justin’s shoulder.

“Play along.” He whispered into your ear as he picked his head up, looking up towards the buttercream squad. “Baby, you left me and you didn’t come back.”

“I was speaking to some old friends Jay, remember me telling you about Conor and Jack? Well look who I ran into.” You smiled pointing your hand at the boys who had looks of excitement and shock on their faces.

“Going to introduce us princess?” Justin asked coming round to stand by your side his left arm around your waist.

“I’m Joe and this dickhead next to me is Caspar.” Joe pointed to Caspar, “The ginger tree is Josh, next to him is Oli and Mikey.” All the boys waved or nodded their heads towards Justin who nodded back at them.

“I’m Conor.” Conor spoke out sticking his hand out for a bro hug.

“Conor Maynard right?” Justin asked a smile on his face.

“Yep that’s me.” Conor nodded.

Justin smile grew wider, “Bro you have a sick voice, this girl here is always playing it. We should get together some time.”

Everyone was shocked but not as shocked as Conor who nodded and agreed. You had noticed that Jack hadn’t said anything so tugged Justin’s arm and gave the award winning smile that Jack’s heart stop beating. “This quite one is Mr. Jack Maynard, my babyJ.”

“So this is the boy that you do not shut up about, good to meet ya man.” Justin smiled.

“Do you protect her?” Jack asked causing Conor to angrily mutter Jack’s name.

Justin startled by the question shook his head, “I protect her more than myself.”

“Do you treat her like a Queen?” Jack asked again.

“Nothing less.”

Frowning you looked towards Jack that hasn’t said one word to you yet, “Do you love her?”

“She’s my best friend, she has stuck by myside through everything, she’s the only one who showed she really cared. I love her more than anything.” Justin answered back look directly into Jack’s eyes.

Jack turned to look at you, he took in the frown on your face, the ring on your finger and then the necklace on your neck. He stood up and opened his arms ignoring the pain in his chest from Justin’s words, “I missed you so much munchkin.”

Laughing you through yourself at the boy you still deeply loved.

I feel like I should say sorry for not posting in two weeks, I have had so much school work to do and I’ve been trying to finsh my art course work as we started the exam. I have also have had family problems and I’m sorry for making you wait, I’ve spilt this into two parts as it was originally 5,000 words long and  thought I would put a cute meeting one before the dark games one. Again I am sorry fro all the people that have been asking me to post.


Goodness… its has been far too long without a Dr. Pegasus update!

I know it seems like this blog has been neglected…BUT actually a lot of work has been going on in the background <3

I’m happy to say, that after a bit of an overhaul in production pipeline stuff..that Dr. Pegasus’ first little episode of You Can Also Do It Too As Well is finished! ^__^

Well… almost. Its fully animated and its getting its last little polish in the coming days. 

I hope to post the first episode within a week! Fingers crossed ^^; and hopefully all the other episodes I have planned will be finished in quicker succession. Now that most of the bugs have been worked out ^^;

I just wanted to thank everyone here for their support, and their patience! Peggy’s cartoon is not exactly long form…but I hope it will have been worth the wait <3 I know I have at least had lots of fun making it.

All my love to all of you,


Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

Okay, so, as many of you people know, this was my Reverse Bang story from way too long ago. I had it completed, but as I was uploading it, my computer crashed and obliterated this plus a ton of my other stories, which I have been writing back from memory these many years. I had this one almost down except for the last three chapters, which have been lost in the void of my brain. So, what I’ve done is start over from the beginning. I haven’t been changing the story, just freshening the language, and then I will add those last three chapters. But I’m posting it here one chapter per week so those of you who would like to can get reacquainted with the story. Of course, you could jump ahead to AO3, and cheat, re-read all 17 original chapters at once, but you’ll still have to wait for the ending, and only chapters 1-7 have been redone. Anyway, this story wouldn’t even exist without @freakingpotter who is an amazing artist and an even more amazing friend <3 Give her lots of love <333

(Warning for character death that happens in the past, hoarding, and anxiety.)

Chapter 1 (6515 words)

Blaine stares out the windshield of his rented Honda Odyssey, his jaw dropping open, stunned out of his senses at the sight of the disastrous house in front of him. His hands grip the steering wheel for support. His knees knock together, completely out of his control. A low, pitiful whining noise rattles around in the back of his throat. The house to his right, nestled incongruously behind a manicured lawn, carefully pruned rose bushes, and a well-established Mulberry tree, is so incredibly awful that he can’t stop looking at it. It’s like a horrendous traffic accident – lots of blood and twisted metal, but try as you might, you can’t make yourself look away.

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We have now officially reached the drunk enough to say shit you ort notta said part of the evening. And we have so many new people showing up, and said to myself, damn self, there are so many pretty people showing up tonight. And then I realized why: it is because LITERALLY EVERYBODY HERE IS ATTRACTIVE

I am not making this up. When objectively removing existing friendships and awkwardness and social niceties and power imbalances and general Reasons It Is A Bad Idea, I would most definitely bang everybody in this building.

So naturally before making suhc a statement I needed to double check the entire roster. And make sure I wasn’t leaving somebody out or making someone feel bad. Or anything like that, because even if I didn’t want to bang you all I still almost entirely like y'all and don’t want to cause no hurt feelings. We’re still a family and I still love you okay? But I went down the whole list and. I was right. Literally. Everybody. At Overwatch. Is like 100% bangable. Some over 100%.

For the purposes of this I am leaving Bastion and Orisa off the list. Because Orisa is a youngun and probably doesn’t have a grasp on such things yet and Bastion seems to be like… three? Four maybe? Mentally? I mean given that we just had to explain porn I think there maybe issues with the concept of sex, much less consent. But it’s definitely not just an omnic thing, as you will see.

So look. We’re gonna go straight down the fuckin list and I will Mathematically Prove This To All Of You.

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i. I still yearn to live what could have been and traverse unknown waters for your affections.

ii. You kissed my forehead, whispered how much you loved me and promised that once you found yourself, we could one day try again.

iii. Maybe “one day” was your worst lie of them all.

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Title: I’m Still Waiting
Copyright: © Ivan Ambrose 2017
Challenge: Tarot Mentors by @rosaofswords
Week: Week One Of Three
Deck: The Wild Unknown
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I haven’t posted in awhile! I’ve been so busy! It was my birthday last week and I got caught up in all the festivities. I got gifted the Fantastic Beasts Orginal Screenplay, I can’t wait to dig into that soon! I’m really tempted to get the Fantastic Beasts “The Case of Beasts”. Have you seen that thing? So amazing and indulgent.     

Until then, I’m going to be digging to those two beauts first! Here’s to new adventures! 

An Iron Grip- Chapter 1

I posted about having this Gajevy fic that’s been sitting in my computer for a few years and thanks to all the encouragement I’ve decided to finally start posting it- all in all its about 40 chapters long give or take a bit; I’m going to update about 3 times a week with a new chapter so you guys dont have to wait too long :) This is my first fic so i’d appreciate some constructive criticism <3

Pairing: Gajevy

Words: 3,045

Will update every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday :)

Summary: There is no magic. There is no wizards or dragons, that was all just make believe- or so Levy had been told. Her world is turned upside down when a dark guild comes after her, searching for a rare book, and everything she thinks she knows turns out to be wrong. Unwillingly thrust into a dark hidden underbelly of Magnolia city she must trust an unlikely band of misfits, a magic guild called Fairy Tail. Will Levy cave under the pressure or will she grow to be more than she every thought she would be and make some new friends along the way?

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         The world swirled around Levy, black and white flashing ever faster. She was falling and falling fast. There wasn’t even enough time for her to scream; the air was sucked out of her lungs as the air cut past her. The fall seemed like forever even though she was sure realistically it was only a few seconds. But everything slowed. She’d hit the ground soon, she was sure of that too. The ground was hard concrete, unforgiving and cold. And she was just so so small. She wouldn’t stand a chance in hell against it. Levy squeezed her eyes shut and let herself fall. There was nothing she could do but wait for the floor to meet her. This was it. This was how she was going to go- alone and weak. This was it.

   'I’m so sorry Gajeel, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you’ she thought to herself.

   And then everything stopped.

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