i have gotten all of them!!!

awkwardmermaidhair  asked:

Have you ever considered making a patreon so you can get financial support while still making edits?? :0

hello my beautiful friend!! thank you for this message

thank you all for your beautiful messages there are so many and i can’t explain how much each one means to me everything from people laughing with aurora to personal stories identifying the disney movies nobody asked for you are all my light and i love each of my friends

i have gotten many messages like yours asking about patreons and donations so i must answer!! and the reason i have not created one is that i did not want to appear as if these edits are a job because they aren’t they are very important to me and to my friends!!! you are my friends and i know how much these edits can affect people and make their days better and help them 

whether its a friend laughing at aurora’s sass or an anon saying that seeing their favourite disney characters portrayed with traits that they themselves identify with made them feel so happy and comfortable and safe, its worth the difficulty and the time its so worth it you are so worth it 

if we can spend one day doing something consuming that gives everyone one week of happiness then why wouldn’t we do it

but it is hard to make as many edits as i want to because of the time restraint,  i do not run ads or do sponsorships so it is hard, but this month has been great i got to do three sets!! and the reception was so positive!! you all were so happy and that’s what i really want i know it’s scary these days i know it’s hard to ever sit and feel calm and relaxed and laugh so if i can help people feel better then i have to its all i want

i will not lie to you friend, donations or a patreon would make things a lot easier, time is necessary to do these and time is also necessary to do work and make money and survive and you have to make decisions you have to know how much time you can afford to spend on something and if you are making able to combine the thing you love with the work you do then you would have a lot more time to do the thing you love to do 

maybe i am not making sense hahaha

i have spent a lot of time this month on the edits and i love how happy everyone’s been from it there is no way to describe the feeling or the atmosphere of seeing you all so happy 

but i also do not want to make people feel obligated to donate if i had one because i know how tight money is and i know what its like to want to help someone but not having the resources to do and i would never want to make someone feel like that i would never want to hurt my friends

i will think about this, friends

i love you all so much and i say it so much maybe you think it has lost its meaning but it hasn’t to me i remember everything from the very first anon telling me to chase that high to the buzzfeed/mtv/seventeen interviews and articles to this message here it means as much as it always had and i can’t answer every message but i read each one and they are so important to me every single one i am so lucky

you all mean so much and you’re going to do amazing things and i’ll be there when you do i love you so much xx

I Know The Feeling

@captain–americanna asked: Could I request a Richie X Fem!Reader where the reader is like 2 years older than the losers and Richie is head over heels for her, but thinks she would never like him back because of the age gap, but she totally does?

Pairing -> Richie x Reader (why so many?😂)

Warnings -> Swearing(this is Richie guys😹)

A/N: I twigged it slightly if thats alright! The Loser’s are also around 15 here cause i has this idea for this request☺️ Henry Bowers and his gang is still in here as well☺️


The Loser’s Club had gotten use to Richie having a major crush on you, Bill’s older sister. It had all started when they were all sleeping over at yours and Bill’s house. You had sleepily walked down the stairs, tired from all the exams you had been studying for, when you spotted them all huddled in the living room. You had walked into the room and coughed, making them jump backwards and stare frighteningly at you. Shaking your head, you had asked them if they all wanted hot chocolates. And this is when Richie was gone.

He didn’t know what it was about you. The way you had felt comfortable around them in just a long baggy shirt or how when you were properly dressed, you wore leather jackets and ripped jeans. Richie liked your personality too; you were confident, you weren’t afraid to swear or speak your mind but you were also caring and funny. There was one problem though.

He was two years younger than you.

Growing older had done Richie good. He was still a lanky boy, but now he reached about 5'10, with only Stan taller than him(“I will fucking grow taller than you so i can bash your head in with a stick” Richie had threatened) He no longer wore his big ass glasses and instead used smaller sized ones. Richie had slightly grown his hair out, so it was now a bundle of black curls. No longer were Hawaiian shirts his thing, Richie wore all black. The only thing stopping him from asking you out was this two year age gap. You were graduating high school this year while Richie still had two years left.


Pushing open the school doors, you walked along the corridors, backpack slung over one shoulder, heading towards your lessons. You didn’t really skip lessons, you didn’t really pay attention in the less important ones. All you wanted to do when your graduated was leave Derry. Anywhere would be good that was away from your parents. It’s not that you didn’t like them, it’s just ever since Georgie’s death, which was about three years ago, your parents stopped caring for you and Bill. You understood that they had to grieve and everything, but so did you and Bill.

“Hey Bill, you alright guys?” You called out to them

“H-Hey Sis, w-we’re fine” Bill smiled

Nodding, you smile at the rest of the Loser’s and head along the corridor, passing Henry Bowers and his gang. You hated them with a passion. Henry always seemed to act like you were ‘his’ but still had the nerve to make fun and pick at your brother and his friends.

“Hey Y/N, you free after school hottie?” Henry calls out in front of everyone

“Go away asshole” You mutter, pushing past everyone

“Aww come on Y/N your little loser brother is big enough now” Henry coos

“Hey Henry, being a Dick won’t make yours any bigger. In fact, it won’t every work because it can’t even qualify for a shrimp!” You shout

Smirking, you walk past the laughing crowd and into your classroom, leaving an annoyed Henry and a shocked Loser’s Club staring at where you were standing.

“Dude…that was fucking hot” Richie mumbles

“R-Richie…sh-hut it” Bill groans




Looking up from you seat in the canteen, you see a panting Stan staring wide eyed at you. Why had Richie gotten into a fight? Dumping the rest of your sandwich onto the tray, you grab your backpack and run out of the canteen. Heading along the path, you jog onto the field, seeing a huge amount of school kids and teachers on there. Throwing your backpack to the floor, you sprint over to the crowd and mingle your way through. Getting to the edge, you see the Loser’s Club gathered around a obviously sitting Richie. Walking over, you stand next to Bill and stare down at Richie, who was scowling at the ground.

“What the hell happened?” You ask

“Don’t ask Y/N. Richie will just get worked up even more” Beverly sighs

Nodding, you grab Richie’s forearm and pull him up, pulling him through the crowd and away from them.

“Where the fuck are we going?” Richie moans

“Can you shut up please? I’m taking you home so you can get bandaged up idiot” You sigh

You would also be able to get some answers.


“What the hell were you thinking Rich?” You ask, placing an ice pack on his eye.

Richie hisses and grabs the counter top, squeezing it till his knuckles turned white. Sighing, you grab a tea towel and wrap the ice pack in it, placing it back onto his eye. From looking at his injures, you could tell Richie had put up a pretty good fight. His eye was bruised and swollen along with his lip, his right cheek was bruised and so were his hands with little cuts dotted over them.

“What do you expect me to do Y/N? Let Henry talk shit about you? You would of punched him as well if you had heard what he had been saying”

“What did he say?”

“He was saying how he would ask you to your dance and be all gentlemanly and shit but then I said you would never go with him. Henry ignored me and then started talking about what he would do with you after the dance and I got mad and shit so I punched him. And then this happened”

Staring at Richie, you smile and place the ice pack onto the counter. Leaning up, you place a kiss on Richie’s cheek. He stares at you as you move back, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Giggling slightly, you go back over to the fridge and place the ice pack into the bottom cupboard.

“I like you”

Turning round, you stare at Richie as he looks straight back at you, black curls tumbling over his eyes. You walk back over and lean onto the opposite counter, continuing to look at him.

“You l-like me?”

“Yeah. In fact, I’ve liked you a long fucking time but, being a stupid shit, I was just nervous that you’d turn me down because I’m two years younger than you”

Laughing, you reach over and grab his hand, pulling him into a tight hug, laughing into his broad shoulders. Richie stands there but soon warms up, wrapping his arms around your back.

“Let me guess! This is the time where you tell me I’m too young for you and th–”

“I like you as well idiot. There was no need to be scared”

Richie laughs and hugs you tighter, lifting you off your feet slightly.

“Well shit…someone’s excited” you say, laughing

“Well yeah… You would be if the person you were head over heels for liked you back” Richie says

“Yeah I know the feeling”


A/N: May or may not have something to do with my story😉🤷🏼‍♀️

Hey @taylorswift! Thank you so much for bringing my best friends into my life. If it weren’t for you and this website, I wouldn’t have met them.
Lou (on the left in the stripes) aka @thosepaperairplanesflying, flew all the way from the Netherlands to meet me and spend time with me in 2015 and I went to go visit her last November and Maddie (on the right in the dress) aka @nevercleanbreak flew to your show in Kansas City where we met for the first time and cried about how much we love you.

These girls have gotten me through the hardest times in my life and are right next to me cheering me on through the best times of my life. I am so lucky to know them and could never thank you enough for bringing them to me. We all love you so much! 💕

(PS neither of them have met you before 😉)

Tonight is our 1 week follow anniversary, @taylorswift. We’re like an elementary school “couple” and I should have gotten you a GORGEOUS necklace from the gas station to celebrate, but I didn’t.

All I have on hand is one battery🔋, an old radio📻, this used candle🕯, and a red crayon🖍. Yours if you want them 😂

I’m bad at this. Don’t leave me!!!

Guess we’ll just stumble on home to our cats…

@gorgeous-taylor-swift Megan


@ewalczak Emily

@idoitallthetime Brittany

@imjustwriting Morgan



@theprettylights Kristen

@ialmostdots Giv

@catching-swift Svenja

@wildest-dreams11 Danielle

@imsooverytamenow Ciara

@swiftayla Tayla

Hi Taylor!!
So over the past couple of days, so many of my friends on tumblr have gotten the chance to meet you and it’s made me so happy!! I love seeing friends who have loved you for a very long time finally get the chance to talk to you in person.
So i decided to make a list of 13 of my mutuals here on tumblr, that you haven’t met and some of them you don’t follow on tumblr so I don’t know if you’ve gotten to see all the lovely posts they’ve made for you and all the celebrating they do every time to achieve something new.

Please Meet These Girls Taylor Swift!!!

We all love Gorgeous and everything we’ve heard about Reputation.

We would all love to meet you someday, and for now we want you to know how much we support you in everything you do!!!

Thanks for reading this post and noticing these amazing people
@taylorswift & @taylornation

Sammie, @in-red-underlined

Sastiel drabble inspired by this post :)

tagging: @starswirlblitz@castieltrash1@fallen-castiel, @latishiante1001 , @spn-akf-yana , @m3wbun, @-music4ever-, @supernaturalfallenangel, @clickycatlovelyart

“And I was thinking that since this ghost is killing all these men that are in power and use that power for, let’s say, evil, that she would have gotten hurt by one, right?” Sam asked though he didn’t really wait for an answer, “So I started digging around, you know, researching what the people saw when she appeared in front of them and I found that her outfit was from around the late 1600s and I figured, why else would she kill them like that unless something similar happened to her so I figured it had to be about the Salem witch trials. And I dug around a bit more and found this woman, her name was Annabelle Morris and she didn’t die during the witch trials but her daughter did and she was a witness to it.” he shoved the book in Dean’s direction, “She wrote poetry about how cruel they were and then, you’re not going to believe this. Her father was going to make her marry one of the men that accused her daughter of witchcraft. I mean, I don’t condone her killing people now, but she’s got a right to be pissed when her life was basically-”

“Sam, okay, cool it with the geek talk,” Dean grumbled, flipping through the pages, “How are we gankin’ her? She buried anywhere near here or…”

Sam swallowed down his words and pulled up another tab on his laptop, “She’s, uh, at the cemetery just a few blocks away. Hopefully, her bones are still there, if not-”

“Well, I’m gonna go check it out. You guys comin’?” He asked, already pulling on his jacket. Cas nodded and stood.

“Yeah, uh, give me a sec.,” Sam said, getting up to grab his things while Dean walked out to the Impala with the duffle bag. Sam sighed as soon as Dean left the room and then met Cas at the door. 

Cas cocked his head and frowned thoughtfully, “How did she die?”

Sam blinked a few times and cleared his throat, “Uh, you were-” he laughed a little, “You were listening to that?”

“Of course,” he said, “Were you not talking to me as well?”

“No, no I was-” Sam chuckled lightly and reached up to rub the back of his neck, “Dean just wants the basic facts, which I get because people are dying, so when I get carried away, I just kind of figure no one really wants to know about it and I just…” he shrugged.

Cas gave him a look that seemed to be a mix of confusion and sadness, “I enjoy hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about, Sam. I always listen when you speak.”

Sam felt a small smile flit across his lips.

“You’re very smart, you know.”

His cheeks heated up and all too obviously, Sam was blushing, “Thanks, Cas.” he mumbled before looked down at his feet. 

Movement caught his eye, and as soon as he looked up, blue eyes were closing and a pair of chapped, yet somehow still soft lips met his in a soft kiss. Sam closed his eyes and smiled slightly when Cas’s hand reached up to hold the back of his neck. When he pulled back, Cas was softly smiling at him, and his eyes were full of something Sam was too scared to call love just yet. Before he could say anything, the sound of the Impala honking jolted him out of his thoughts, and he cleared his throat before stepping back and reaching for the door handle, “We should probably…” he nodded to the parking lot and Cas nodded in response. 

When he climbed into the Impala, Dean muttered, “Finally.” and started up the engine as soon as Cas slid into the backseat. 

On the way to the cemetery, it was silent until Cas cleared his throat, catching the attention of Sam, “So, how did she die?”

Sam smiled and turned in his seat to see Cas a little better, “Well, at first I thought she was murdered, but then I read a little bit more of her journal…”

Dean tuned out the rest but didn’t miss the way Cas’s lips turned up into that small smile they always did when Sam geeked out like this. He shook his head and focused on the road ahead of him, 

With a small smile of his own on his face, he mumbled, “Nerds.”

Inktober 17

Reading Dungeon Meshi made me want to design a dungeon crawling party of my own. I came up with these three on a whim so they don’t have names, but from left to right:

Rich girl. Found out she was a Sorcerer by accidentally teleporting herself out of a fancy dress party and into a dungeon. Learning fast, but also started out 110% Done With This and things have only gotten worse.

Seasoned warrior elf. Jack of all trades. Has a PhD. in Not Fucking Around. Would definitely eat a monster.

Dwarf dragoon. They/them. Came out to attack people and is honestly having such a good time right now. How do they see through that hair? It is a mystery.

anonymous asked:

After my friends and I watched Turn and were very disappointed with the inaccuracies we got to wondering what would make it better (besides fixing them). We realized that we didn't like the writing for the show and thought Aaron Sorkin, having experience with the Emmy winning political drama The West Wing, would have been a better choice. Any thoughts on the current writing of the show and how it would have changed for better/ worse had Sorkin written it?

I don’t watch west wing, but I can’t imagine many ways it could’ve gotten worse unless someone changed the casting bc that’s about all Turn was worth.

I think it would’ve been better if I wrote it.

Entry 218,

Aelorelle Vallancourt, I met her when Jaraku performed at her tavern, and what a lovely venue it was, but even from that nigh there was something about her. Warm, welcoming. I got curious about her and after we left her tavern I asked around about her, and every word was nothing less than stellar. People love her, and I can see why.

I ran into her in Ul’Dah today, and after all the treats she’d been sending me of course I’d want to treat her. And so i invited her back to my office for a snack while we chatted. And it was a long talk, but I enjoyed every moment of it. This woman was attentive and genuine, and it felt so nice to be with someone like that. 

Admittedly, I may have gotten over my head by promising her a thavnarian wool dress, but I couldn’t help myself. Whenever I feel myself growing close to someone I want to give to them, however I can. I want to make them smile, I want to give them things and make them happy and know that it was because of me. Perhaps I still crave validation, perhaps I’m still not used to making friends, whatever it is it’s still a part of me. 


absumpsi  asked:

amelia is a canon character... in my heart....

OOC. this. everything about this!!!!!!!!!!! and heres the thing too like. Caspian, is a fucking canon character. I have written canon material for him to be published. By all rights, I have every right to label him as a canon character. Do you know why I don’t? Cause he’s mine. Cause the title of OC has MUCH MORE POWER THAN CANON.

Think about it logically. These diverse, well crafted characters have come from our hearts and our minds and we have given them to the world on tumblr for FREE ENJOYMENT. This is free fucking content of my CANON character I am giving you guys.

and you have the audacity to mark me as lower than your shitty canon character who a) you have gotten wrong and mis-characterized so much its sad. b) isn’t really that great of a canon character ANYWAY!!!!!

Oc’s get shit on so much but we all fucking know who the real deal is. We all know that to craft an OC takes fucking time, dedication. A lot more than slapping the name of a canon character on a popular FC and just sitting on the dash expecting love because u think ur tough shit.

Thanks for the tag @hajiiwa!

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have?

Way, way, way too many. I don’t know if I could even count them all, haha. If we’re talking ones that I have actually gotten past planning/brainstorming, maybe about 20. But I’d say there’s 30+ WIPs floating around in different stages of completion.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

I wonder…

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Paper books. Ebooks are convenient, but there’s just something special about that smell and feel of a paper book, you know?

4) When did you start writing?

I’ve always loved writing.. as a kid I’d often write my own stories and come up with alternate endings to books I’d read pretty much since I learned how to read and write! I started writing online and sharing works on RP forums and such in like 2004? I didn’t get into writing fanfiction until I was in high school though, so more so around 2009.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

Haha yes, even when I’m 90% sure what I’ve written needs to be heavily edited with a bulldozer, probably I throw it at @amalasdraws lul sorry friend <3

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

Anywhere that’s quiet, relaxing and cozy, where I am comfortable and can listen to music/watch a show and just get into the right mindset to write.

7) Favourite childhood book?

I really didn’t have a favourite growing up… I couldn’t get my hands on books fast enough! The first two that comes to mind that I really liked (and promptly re-read) are The Series of Unfortunate Event and Where the Red Fern Grows.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

A little bit of both, maybe? I write pretty much strictly for fun, but polishing it with the intent of maybe writing something original worth publishing someday is a thought I definitely entertain.

9) Pen and paper or computer?

Computer, definitely. My hand can’t keep up with how fast I come up with ideas, so writing by hand just leaves me feeling slow and sluggish. I can type really fast and find that my ideas pour out much more smoothly 

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

No, I haven’t.

11) What inspires you to write?

Everything inspires me! Music with lyrics that hit me just right, movies and television shows, games, stories that I read, nature, my friends, conversations that I have, art pieces, ideas shared with me, other people’s universes that I fall in love with - anything that gives me feelings! I write to share feelings, share thoughts and emotions, so anything that strikes a chord with me makes me want to write! I’m not so much of an intricate storyteller, but I really do enjoy (and try!) to tell stories that share these emotions.

I’ll tag @superiortechnology @miya-atsumu-miya-osamu @kayejwrotes @trashytacosan @paradoxicalpsychic


An anon in my inbox was asking about how the bokuro got together and let’s just say it was an eventful day

Bellamy’s that husband you send out to get milk and he comes back 2 hours later with 5 puppies instead.
Only instead of puppies, they’re children.

  • Me: I just want Elias/Chise to be Canon already
  • Them: Well, technically, it is. It's in the title. "The Ancient Magus' BRIDE"
  • Me: Yeah but they haven't confessed
  • Them: Chise already did. Elias just told her he needed to understand human emotions more before he could reciprocate
  • Me: But-
  • Them: Elias also told Chise that she means more than he does. She admitted that she's scared of Elias throwing her to the side
  • Me: Yeah, but-
  • Them: And they already kissed. It's like one of the most popular panels from the manga
  • Me: BUT
  • Them: Chise also confessed that Elias was the only one who wanted her and it's implied that she is the only one who accepts Elias for who he is
  • Me: BUT I--
  • Them: He also gives her nuzzles and is holding her like 24/7
  • Me: ...
  • Them: It was also a recurring element that she is Elias' wife. The fae addressed her as his bride and all. Angelica even mentioned a wedding ring
  • Them: Chise also admitted she belongs to Elias. He says he feels cold when she's not around, too.
  • Me: ...

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

anonymous asked:

Did you and Rumlow have a sexual relationship?

since brock rumlow is a helicarrier-sized douchecanoe, and there is mercy in the universe, no. we did not.
please. i do have some taste.

“Hey, does this look good?” Alec asks, voice getting louder as he shuffles into the living room, his dress shoes making small noises on the wooden floor.

For the past fifteen minutes, Magnus has been comfortably sat on the couch, waiting for Alec to finish getitng ready so they can leave for their date night. What’s strange is that his boyfriend has been unusually secretive about his outfit, immediately piquing Magnus’ interest. He turns quickly, one arm swinging over the backrest of the coach and all playful words die on his tongue.

Alec looks exquisite, even in the artificial lighting of the loft. He’s wearing a diamond-patterned dress shirt paired with dark pants and matching accesories - the fabric hugs his arms and chest, stretching with every movement of his hands as he buttons up the very top. 

Magnus swallows, his throat suddenly dry and nods in lieu of a real answer, eyebrows stuck near his hairline. He’s not that hungry for seafood anymore, he’d rather devour Alec, a five-course meal standing right before Magnus’ eyes. He smiles, thumb pressed against his lower lip and Alec picks up on the well-known tension between them, his mouth curving into a pleased grin, bold and comfortable. 

“Who do I need to thank for this outfit?” Magnus hums appreciatively as he stands, crowds against Alec to brush his palms down those broad shoulders hidden under a thin layer of expensive silk. Beneath the desire, beneath all of the fondness Magnus feels for this man, there is pride that Alec feels he can be himself, uninhibited, out in the open like this. 

“I may have gotten inspired by my fashionable, magical boyfriend.” Comes Alec’s nonchalant answer and it makes Magnus chuckle. He steps forward, guiding Alec back towards the wall nearby. 

“He won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, I’m sure.” 

When Alec’s back hits the wall, he gives a little gasp, his eyes twinkling with something mischevious; he knows exactly what he’s doing. Magnus kisses him, hard and like he’s falling, like it’s the last thing he’ll do in his life. It pulls a different kind of noise from Alec’s chest, as their mouths shift together, bodies like magnets until there’s no space left between them.

When they part moments later, both breathless, Alec doesn’t look so smug anymore when he speaks, hands pressed against Magnus’ chest. “Aren’t we going to be late?”

Magnus shakes his head. 

“Who cares?”